Are you prone to slips of the tongue? I sure am.
When my father-in-law, age 90, was hospitalized near the end of his life, we drove down to visit him, and my brother- and sister-in-law invited us to meet them afterwards at a favorite eatery near their place, which we did. Usually, we’d be joking around together, but on that day, the mood was understandably solemn.
As we stood outside the restaurant after the meal, I wanted to thank them for their hospitality, but it came out as, “Dennis, we really appreciate your personality.”
He said, “I do my best.”
We laughed so hard, our muscles gave out. Our son doubled over and did a back somersault, and we women sprawled across the hood of the nearest car like beach towels drying in the sun. When we recovered enough to straighten up, we saw diners in the restaurant gawking out the windows at us. Glad they enjoyed the spectacle.
More than that, we were refreshed. Isn’t hearty laughter cathartic?
Posted on June 1, 2016 (one day later than Humor Tuesday)