Okay, that wasn’t funny (standard:humor, 899 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 25 2012	Views/Reads: 2620/1842	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Let me make it very clear right up front that I am in favor of as many “ha ha moments” as possible. I could not get through a week without my daily dose. I firmly believe that laughter is the appropriate medicine for the soul. Some people, according to th

Let me make it very clear right up front that I am in favor of as many
“ha ha moments” as possible. I could not get through a week without my 
daily dose. I firmly believe that laughter is the appropriate medicine 
for the soul. Some people, according to their demeanor, need a little 
more laughter than they are presently getting. 

That said, let me quickly point out that some things are not funny. 

Of course, most things in my life and about my person are marvelous
targets of humor. I do not take myself very seriously. I am not sure 
any wise person would take me seriously either. In fact, I would highly 
suspect a person who took me seriously. I can take a joke as well as 
the next person and I can give it back as well as the next person. 

I have had some weeks that if it was not for a little bit of humor I do
not know how I would have gotten through. So, if you can't do anything 
you can at least laugh. I firmly believe that the best laugh is when 
you can laugh at yourself. You might as well laugh at yourself, 
everybody else is. 

Then, there are those serious moments in life that beg for no laughing.
I would recommend that warning signs are put around these areas 
reading, “Positively No Laughing Zone.” With this sign should come a 
severe penalty for those who violate it. 

That said; let me explain an area in my life where the sign should be
permanently erected. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were having supper with
another couple. We try to do this at least once a month and keep up 
with each other's progress or lack thereof. 

We were having a great meal and as we came to the end, I stopped the
waitress and said, “I would like some ice cream for dessert.” As far as 
I am concerned, that is a rather reasonable request and quite in 
keeping with the environment I was in. 

“What kind of ice cream,” she queried, “would you like?” 

When it comes to ice cream, ice cream is simply ice cream to me. If
there is a flavor of ice cream I do not like, it has yet to be 
invented. I love ice cream. My favorite song is, “I scream, you scream, 
we all scream for ice cream.” In my date book, there is no better 
ending to a wonderful meal than ice cream. 

I remember my grandfather's favorite ice cream was vanilla. He would not
eat any other ice cream; he thought they were polluting it with colors. 
To him an ice cream sundae was as close to blaspheme as he ever would 
get. “Why ruin,” he objected, “the ice cream with all that slop?” He 
wanted nothing coming between him and the purest experience of ice 
cream he could get. 

Me, I love ice cream regardless of the flavor or color or “slop.” 

I looked at the waitress and simply said, “I don't care what flavor you
bring me. Surprise me. As long as it isn't broccoli.” That was supposed 
to be a joke. Ha ha ha. 

As the waitress left our table, we resumed our conversation and shortly
she returned with the ice cream. 

Upon her arrival, I looked at her and then the ice cream she was
bringing and almost screamed aloud. Of all the blasphemous things to do 
to a customer, this has to take the cake. 

First, she had an ice cream bowl with three scoops of ice cream,
vanilla, strawberry and chocolate. No problem. However, on the side of 
the dish in plain view for everybody to see, especially me, was a piece 
of broccoli. Broccoli! The forbidden fruit or whatever it is. 

My dining companions thought this was the funniest thing they had ever
seen. Particularly, the dining companion that was going to come home 
with me that night. 

Not only did they laugh. The waitress laughed. The table next to us


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