Three Absurd Conversations
ONE – Out to dinner with friends. The conversation turns to ice cream. The questions: 1) What is your favorite flavor? and 2) Where do you buy it?
My answer: Spumoni is my favorite flavor but it’s difficult to find, usually only around Christmas, and never for sale in Kroger where I shop most of the time. Seems like they could have it.
A friend, a lawyer, pipes up and jokingly says: It’s not Kroger’s fault for not having spumoni, it’s your fault for liking a weird flavor of ice cream.
Immediately everyone at the table agrees with him and starts laughing at me while I’m forced to admit that he could be right. He might have a point.
You like vanilla, it’s everywhere, no problem.
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TWO – Overheard while shopping in Dillard’s. An older couple, mid-80s, are in the women’s clothing section near where I’m standing. She’s looking at blouses, he’s looking bored. She pulls a blouse on a hanger off the rack and tells him she’s going to try it on.
He seems surprised and says: I thought we were just horsing around here. Then he makes a low guttural snorting sound like a horse whinny while attempting to prance like a horse.
She looks over at me, rolls her eyes, then turns to him and says: Slow down there Roy Rogers, hold your horses, and wait here.
This spunky reply made me laugh out loud and him smile like the ornery cute kid he probably used to be.
Oh, to age with your sense of humor intact.
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THREE – Said by the husband after he plugged in the heating pad so I could lay on the bed with it on my aching thigh.
Him: You’re not supposed to sleep with the electric heating pad on, so once you fall asleep turn it off.
Me staring at him: Think about what you said.
Him: Really, that’s what the warning on the tag says.
Me: Keep thinking.
Him after long pause: OH… I see the problem.
Which confirmed that he still understands logic, but had me in stitches laughing at and thankfully with someone who rarely says anything illogical.
Even the brainy ones can be dim.
Something I Cannot Explain
This isn’t my car.
Mid-afternoon I pulled into a parking lot adjacent to a city park and found this car *parked* [abandoned?] in this awkward way.
There were no indications that the car had hit any other vehicle, stopping midway while pulling into the parking space.
After I parked down the way and walked back by the car I saw that the inside of the car was tidy. There wasn’t a note on the windshield explaining what had happened. There was no police citation on it.
It was just a half-parked car in the way in a public parking lot with nary a soul around to explain the situation.
Any idea what was going on here?