Blocked toilet
Because I couldn’t unplug the toilet with a plunger, I had to dismantle the entire fixture, no small feat for a non- plumber.
Jammed inside the drain was a purple rubber dinosaur, which belonged to my five-year-old son.
I painstakingly got all the toilet parts together again, the tank filled, and I flushed it. However, it didn’t work much better than before! As I pondered what to do next, my son walked into the bathroom.
I pointed to the purple dinosaur I had just dislodged and told him that the toilet still wasn’t working.
“Did you get the green one, too?” he asked.
The Same Taste
Looking in the mall for a cotton nightgown, I tried my luck in a store known for its sexy lingerie.
To my delight, however, I found just what I was looking for. Waiting in the line to pay, I noticed a young woman behind me holding the same nightgown.
This confirmed what I suspected all along: despite being over 50, I still have a very “with it” attitude. “I see we have the same taste,” I said proudly to the 20-something behind me.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m getting this for my grandmother.”
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Breaker, Breaker Dog Buddy
My son Ward owns a shiny green four-wheel-drive truck. He also owns a 110-pound black Labrador named Tony.
On trips, the dog generally sits on a platform behind the driver’s seat, resting his huge head on Ward’s shoulder as they travel cheek-to-cheek. Ward did not give this cozy arrangement a second thought until the day he took Tony with him on a trip to Montana.
While listening to his CB radio, Ward overheard one trucker remark to another, “See the little green four-wheeler you’re about to pass? When you go by him, take a good look — see if that’s really a dog driving.”
