May 6th Humor

My sister was having a dinner party. For the meal she made a big pot of spaghetti sauce and simmered it for hours the day before. The next day she remembered at work that she had not put the pot of sauce in the refrigerator and was worried about spoilage. When she got home she called the poison control number and asked them what she should do. They told her as long as she boiled the sauce before she served it, it should be all right. That night, during the meal, the phone rang and one of the guests answered it. My sister’s face fell open as the guest called out, “It is the poison control center and they want to know how the spaghetti sauce turned out.”

I had an annoying itchy problem. I called the doctor to renew an athlete’s foot prescription. I misdialed and not knowing who I was talking to, blurted out my need for relief from the athletes foot and asked him to call the druggist as soon as possible. When I paused to take a breath, he informed me he was a psychologist, not the dermatologist. Before hanging up though he added, “If the athlete’s foot does drive you crazy, please call me back.”

One rainy evening my husband Carey and I emerged from a restaurant only to find we had locked the keys in the car. He insisted he could open it with a wire coat hanger. He went back to the restaurant to get one, but there were none to be found. Then he ran into a department store a quarter-mile away and returned with a hanger. After a few attempts, he got the door open and we climbed in. As we sat there cold and soaked, Kerry stuck to hanger under seat with a smug grin he said, “If  this happens again, I’ll have one.”