I guess you had to be there
Some old age jokes sent out by Craig via email not long ago reminded me of my dad and a story he used to tell about him and his buddies going out for their morning coffee.
A man was telling his neighbor in
hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it's state of the art.
'Really,' answered the neighbor. 'What kind is it?'
It’s one of those where you probably had to be there, but he did such a good job telling it. Cynthia and I used to laugh because dad told funny stories all the time.
He used to tell me (us) about Lonzo Hudlow, Bob Cash and he going to Hodgen to a little convenience store for their morning coffee.
Anyway, dad used to tell me about how all of them were a little hard of hearing and how others in the store used to get tickled at them, because they were talking so loud. One would say something and the other two would reply. “Speak up … do what? … I can’t hear you.”
Or something to that effect.
Others listening to them were laughing because neither could hear the other.
Dad laughed and said it was like that all the time when those three got together.
Chuck recently retired and moved from
I told him the story dad used to tell me about him, Lonzo and Bob going out for their morning coffee. That’s when Chuck said, yes, his dad and Bob still go to Hodgen for coffee.
By the way, Craig emailed both Chuck and I, and a few others.
I had to laugh again.