This morning when I was running in Liberty Park in the semi-dark, I encountered an older man with a dog. I told him his dog was pretty. He told me his dog was 1/2 Jack Russell, 1/2 American Eskimo, and 100% pain in the rear. I laughed. And then our conversation went like this.
MAN: I like to leave 'em laughing. Here's a joke for you.
ME (remembering the mermaid joke a stranger told me and Randi in Eugene): Okay . . .
MAN: What did the parrot say to the hummingbird?
ME (hoping this isn't another joke about bra sizes): What?
MAN: "For crying out loud, you'd think you could at least learn the words!"
You're welcome.
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Where do you find these people? That is awesome. I think I'm going to go to Fred Meyer today and just stop total strangers and tell them that joke.
That's a pretty good joke, actually. But you're talking to strangers in the semi-dark? In Liberty Park? YIKES. (all to say, I would be too scared to run in the semi-dark. Or really, to run at all. What if I had a heart attack? Or looked silly?)
Ha ha ha! That's awesome. Chloe is 3 months today grandma. Stay tuned for a post. We miss you!
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