A Polish lad married a Canadian girl after he had been in Canada a year
or so and, although his English was far from perfect, they got on very
well
until
one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him 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 asked him the following questions:

> LAWYER: Have you any grounds?

> POLE: Ja, Ja, an acre and half.

> LAWYER: Does your wife beat you up?

> POLE: No, I'm always up before her.

> LAWYER: Why do you want this divorce?

> POLE: She going to kill me.

> LAWYER: What makes you think that?

> POLE: I got proof.

> LAWYER: What kind of proof?

> POLE: She bought a bottle at the drug store, and put on shelf in
bathroom.
> I can read - it said
> “Polish Remover.”