The coach for the little league team had not yet learned the names of all the players, so he called them by the numbers on their uniforms.
He yelled, "Number 5, your time to bat," and Jeff came to the plate to hit. He yelled, "Number 7," and Steve jumped up.
Then he yelled, "Number 1," but no one got up.
Again he called out, "Number 1." Still no one emerged from the dugout. The umpire was getting annoyed at the delay, so the coach yelled out, "Who's number 1?"
The entire team responded, "We are, coach. We are!"
A lady came to a famous poet and handed him a piece of paper, explaining, "The Lord has given me this poem."
Socrates: to do is to be
We ask, "Who deserves it?"
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants over 100.