A Muslim was sitting next to Paddy on a plane.

Keep Calm And Oh Feck It Enjoy Some Craic

Paddy ordered a whiskey.

The stewardess asked the Muslim if he’d like a drink.

He replied in disgust,

“I’d rather be raped by a dozen whores than let liquor touch my lips!”

Paddy handed his drink back and said,

“Me too, I didn’t know we had a choice!”

One crisp morning in Dublin, Paddy O’Reilly was at the airport, about to board his flight to New York. Now, Paddy wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had a heart of gold and a knack for getting into strange situations.

As he stood at the gate, a flight attendant approached him. “Sir, could I check your boarding pass, please?” she asked with a warm smile.

Paddy, slightly confused, patted his pockets. He couldn’t find his boarding pass. He looked more frantic, pulling out a sandwich, a pair of sunglasses, and a rubber chicken he had gotten from a shop on the way. But no boarding pass.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” Paddy muttered to himself, then suddenly grinned. “Ah, I’ve got it!” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out… his lunch ticket. “Here you go!” he declared triumphantly, handing the flight attendant a ticket for a chicken wrap.

The flight attendant blinked twice, unsure whether to laugh or cry. “Sir, this is for your lunch, not for your flight.”

Paddy’s face went red. “Ah! Silly me,” he laughed, snatching the lunch ticket back. “I always get those mixed up. No harm done, eh?”

The attendant, barely holding in her laughter, kindly handed him his actual boarding pass. As Paddy was about to board the plane, he suddenly remembered something. He hurried back to the desk and asked, “Excuse me, miss, do I get any peanuts on this flight?”

“Of course, sir,” she replied. “But you should probably be seated first, before the peanuts arrive.”

Paddy nodded and marched toward the gate, but before stepping onto the plane, he turned around and asked, “What’s the deal with the peanuts, anyway? Are they special? Are they magic peanuts?”

The flight attendant raised an eyebrow, a little puzzled by his question. “Uh, no, they’re just regular peanuts.”

Paddy smiled mischievously. “Right, right. I knew it! I heard from a fella in the pub once, ‘If you eat peanuts while flying, you’ll get a free upgrade.’”

The attendant stared at him, unsure whether he was joking or seriously misunderstanding the entire concept of airline snacks.

Paddy boarded the plane, but true to his nature, things didn’t get any clearer. Onboard, he asked the flight attendant, “Is this seat 14B or 14C? Or is it 15A? My seat number has all the letters and numbers mixed up like a jigsaw puzzle!”

With a sigh and a smile, the attendant gently led him to his seat. “Sir, it’s 14B.”

As Paddy settled in, he put his seatbelt on, but then fiddled with it for a good ten minutes. He asked the woman next to him, “How do you get this thing to work? I tried twisting it like a pretzel, but it’s not budging.”

The woman sighed, “It’s a buckle, Paddy. Just click it.”

Paddy clicked it, and then, satisfied, looked out the window. He was finally ready to relax. That is, until the captain’s voice boomed over the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re cruising at 35,000 feet. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight.”

Paddy, a bit too eager to get the most out of the flight, leaned over to his neighbor and whispered, “Do you think 35,000 feet means we’re halfway to the moon?”

His neighbor, shaking her head with a smile, whispered back, “No, Paddy. We’re still firmly on Earth.”

Paddy grinned, “Ah well, close enough!”

When the peanuts finally arrived, Paddy grabbed handfuls, shoving them into his mouth like he was starving. As he munched away, he thought about the mysterious powers of the “magic peanuts” he had been promised.

Minutes later, the flight attendant came by, smiling sweetly. “Would you like a drink with those peanuts, sir?”

“Ah, no thanks,” Paddy replied, crumbs falling from his mouth. “I’m already drunk on peanuts!”

And so, Paddy’s plane misunderstanding continued as he happily ate his peanuts, blissfully unaware of the true meaning of “in-flight entertainment.”