I went to my ___ high school reunion. I won’t say how many years, but most everyone was retired — except for a few of us who either enjoyed working or enjoyed money to eat. What surprised me was that either people didn’t remember much about me or remembered me totally differently than I remembered me. For example, a friend I had known since grade school said “If someone asked me to say 20 things about what you would be, funny wouldn’t be one of them.” Jeez, I’ve always cracked myself up.
I can remember honing my craft by doing nightly visits with my good friend to read the various special occasion cards in the ‘humor” section of the card shop. You know the ones that say, “I couldn’t decide whether to get you a car or a diamond ring for your birthday, so I got you a card.” That was funny back then. Now I wonder who was paid to write something that lame? I’m not saying I didn’t buy that card — a few times — but still. . .
Maybe that is where my love of humor started. Giggling and snorting with my best friend while reading the cards aloud was one of my teen year pleasures. Soon I wanted to tell my own funny stories. It makes life a lot easier when every bump in the road is made into a hilarious tale.
“Yeah, I accidentally went to a national work conference with two different shoes on. The worst part was that the heels were two different heights. I only noticed that when I went to the ladies room and wondered why, when I walked, I heard click, shhh, click, shhh.” That story is still being passed around by my co-workers.
That’s a funny story, my grade school friend, and I have more where that came from. Funny has to be in your top 20 memories of me. I want a recount!
