What? Didn’t you understand? Is your ear-trumpet clogged? It went right up INSIDE my pants leg!!!
And clean your glasses Grampa… I’m a girl. Well, actually I’m more of a lady. Okay, I’m an old lady. Yes, indeed, I am a bit of a grand old lady, and I use a unicycle because it is cooler than a walker.
I was trying to think of some sort of herpetelogical/herpes pun but my feeble mind couldn’t come up with the comedy connection and so left Mike’s Python alone.
Went for a meal the other night. There was some mix up over the vegetable side orders and the lady at the next table was making a real fuss. The waiter came up to me and asked apologetically, “Er, excuse me, the lady wonders if you have got her peas.” I sai, “No, it’s just a bit of a cold sore.”
It wasn’t at all a disaster, but I was just using a grass trimer, an electric one, and when I wound up the long extension cord on my arm, I could not get my arm out! Did that ever happen to you? It makes you feel like an absolute fool, standing there with this wrapped up cord on your arm, unable to get it off.
I was eventually able to extricate my arm without unwinding the whole cord. G:
That sounds like a close encounter with potential disaster. Just imagine what might have happened if someone plugged you in at that moment. Who knows what might have been trimmed.
Today I was closer to a disaster. I was barbecuing chicken big time, you know with those big racks that you flip and stuff. My boss gave me instructions about flipping it, but it was my first time doing such a thing. But I found that if you don’t flip as often as you should, the grease really drips down. A grease fire usually results. I was by myself when one side of the pit broke out in a regular inferno. I tried a few things, like spreading out the coals and moving the chicken. But I went and got my boss, and he comes out the back door and sees smoke pouring up from the barbecue pit. Not good.
We eventually got it sorted out. Chicken on one side of one rack was black, but it was all right in the end. We sold it all. But I learned to flip the racks much more frequently.
Hey dude! I think I bought one of those. I thought it was chicken on pumpernickel. Could have re-soled my shoes with it. Tell your boss I’m going to sue.
I’m sorry to hear of your misfortune. My thoughts will be with you in your time of recuperation. I know this must be a rough time for your family.
-Benjamin