Not Even Close
The Daily Post at WordPress.com’s weekly photo challenge is…
Close. It’s a feeling, it’s a proximity…it’s people, it’s a place, it’s objects. They’re close.
Share a picture that means CLOSE to you!
My picture doesn’t mean CLOSE to me but it’s about as close as I think I’m going to get, which is really not even close. If you look very closely you can see a reflection of me in the dispenser.
I don’t often share email jokes I get – especially ones that are long enough to need a title – but I thought this one was good so here it is . . .
The Sharing Marriage.
At the walk-up counter the old man placed an order for one hamburger, one order of French Fries and one soft drink. He took his tray of food and sat down at a table with his wife.
The man unwrapped the hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife and keeping the other half for himself. He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. The man then took a sip of the soft drink and his wife took a sip and then she set the cup down between them. As the man began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering among themselves and it was obvious what they were thinking, “That poor old couple, all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.’
As the old man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the couple. The old man thanked him and said they were fine; they were used to sharing everything.
People noticed the old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the soft drink.
Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said ‘No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.’
Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked ‘What is it you are waiting for, ma’am?’
And she answered him. “The teeth!”