This story isn’t humorous per se, but it’s worth telling. It happened during World War Two in Nazi-occupied Poland. One of the many restrictions imposed by the Germans was the prohibition to grind grain into flour.
In the town where my friend’s grandparents lived Polish families were forced to house German soldiers. On this one particular day, the officer living in the home didn’t leave at his normal time. The family waited and waited, but he wasn’t budging. This was quite inconvenient because they had planned to do all the grinding of grain that day, and they couldn’t possibly do it with this German officer around.
Finally, the youngest child in the family had had enough and decided to take things into her own little hands. She went up to the door of his room and knocked. The officer opened the door.
“When are you leaving?” she asked point blank.
“Why do you want to know?” answered the surprised soldier.
“Because we want to grind the grain!” the little girl answered.
The officer left the house, and never said a word.