A Polish man had married a Canadian girl after he had been in Canada for a year or so. Although his English was far from perfect, the couple got on well.
One day, he rushed into a lawyer’s office and asked if he could arrange a divorce for him — “very quick.”
The lawyer said that the speed of getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances and the grounds for the divorce.
The Polish man said, “I have an acre and a half and a nice little home.”
The lawyer said, “No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?”
“It is made of concrete,” the Polish man replied.
“I don’t think you quite understand,” said the lawyer. “Do you have a grudge?”
“No,” said the Polish man, “we have a carport.”
The lawyer sighed and asked, “Does your wife beat you up?”
“No, I always get up before her.”
Finally, the lawyer asked, “Why do you want this divorce?”
“Oh,” said the Polish man, “she says she is going to leave me.”
The lawyer said, “What makes you think that?”
“Because,” the Polish man replied, “in the bathroom this morning she said, ‘I’m going to leave you, you idiot!’”
