oh, that’s how you keep these things on
October 14, 2009
It’s been a while since I last shared an embarrassing story about myself.
I guess some of you would say every post is embarrassing in some way. I’m not going to argue.
Growing up, I was a bit, well, naive. Uninformed. Innocent. I lacked savoir faire.
In fifth grade my teacher periodically held a joke day. We kids would take turns going to the front of the class and telling what were usually knock knock jokes. You know. Because we were in fifth grade.
My parents subscribed to Readers Digest. As a fifth grader, I was a religious reader of Readers Digest–Life In These United States, Laughter the Best Medicine, Word Power, and all the little jokes at the bottom of random pages. Along with the occasional inspirational story of how somebody survived a plane wreck, or made the most of being limbless.
So one day I marched proudly to the front of my fifth grade class to tell the latest funny joke I had read in Readers Digest.
A man walks into a drugstore to buy a box of rubbers. The cashier says “That’ll be three dollars. Plus six cents for tax.”
The man says “Oh, THAT’S how you keep these things on.”
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
I walked back to my desk surrounded by a heavy silence. Nobody else got up. I didn’t notice.
See, my dad had a pair of rubbers he would pull over his shoes when he went out in the rain. Although, I was never confused about how he kept those on.