The Fairy & The Immigrant
A beautiful fairy appeared one day to an immigrant claimant outside the Social Security Offices.
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> 'My good man,' the fairy said, 'I've been told to grant you three wishes, since you’ve just arrived in England with your wife and seven children.'
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> The man told the fairy:
> 'Well, where I come from we don't have good teeth, so I want new teeth, maybe with a lot of gold in them.'
> The fairy looked at the man's almost toothless grin and -- PING !!!
> He had a brand new shining set of gold teeth in his mouth!
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> 'What else?' asked the fairy, 'two more wishes to go'.
> The refugee claimant now got bolder.
> 'I need a big house with a three car garage in Birmingham with eight bedrooms for my family and the rest of my refugee relatives who still live in my country.
> I want to bring them all over here.
> PING ! - In the distance there could be seen a beautiful mansion with a three car garage, a long driveway, a walkout patio with a BBQ, and a sparkling swimming pool and a BMW, full of his nephews playing their music.
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> 'One more wish left for you', said the fairy, waving her wand.
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> I want to be British with British clothes instead of rags, and shawl and I want to have white skin like the Brits.'
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> PING ! - The man was transformed, wearing worn out jeans from ASDA, a dirty Primark T-shirt and a greasy baseball cap.
> He had his bad teeth back and the mansion had disappeared from the horizon.
> 'What happened to my new teeth?' he wailed.
> 'Where is my new house? Where’s my Visa Gold Card?'
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> The fairy said
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> 'Tough luck. Now that you are British,
> you're entitled to sweet bugger all - just like the rest of us”. And she disappeared