I
have never laughed so hard in my life than when I was traveling beside
this man, the angel who introduced me to fulltime RVing. He had the
zaniest sense of humor and a way of making me laugh so hard I could
barely stand up. There were times as we quipped back and forth on
the CB that I'd have to pull over because I was laughing so hard I
was crying! He was my biggest supporter and best blessing when I started
fulltiming.
Don had his own
very special difficulties in communication sometimes. When he asked
a lady if she could direct him to a "washateria" she looked
at him very puzzled and said "a what?" He repeated himself
and he could tell she was trying to be helpful, but had no clue what
he was talking about. He resorted to slowly enunciating the word (waash-a-teer-ee-ah),
but still got the dumbfounded look. He finally said "the place
where you wash your clothes." The light dawned and she exclaimed,
"Oh, you mean the laun-dro-mat!" and then proceeded to give
directions. To her credit, she didn't laugh until he was out of the
office.
When he was at
the gas station, Don thought the man asked him if he had his "cod."
Since he was not at the fish "maahket", he wondered if they
were giving away free fish with gas or something. (That would not
be out of the realm of possibility here in Maine.) He finally understood
that the man was asking for his credit "card."
???
The last time
we fell all over ourselves laughing at a mispronunciation, it was
Don's own special breed. We were in an aromatherapy store in Freeport
and I asked him to read a bottle's label to me since I didn't have
my glasses. He started reading the ingredients, and then got to the
most important one -- which he pronounced "pot-pour-ee."
I almost choked laughing while asking if that was a version of "potpourri".
We got a good case of the giggles at that point and couldn't stop.
We then saw a big display sign for the new line of "Harbor Mist"
products. While walking over, I wondered aloud what Harbor Mist smelled
like. Don theorized that it probably smelled a little like seagull
shit. We had to leave the store at that point because we were afraid
we'd be kicked out for excessive raucous laughter. A man we passed
at the door asked for a sample of what we were smoking.
What
does Harbor Mist smell like?
Watch
out below & I'll show ya!
Another "Don-ism"
had me rolling in the aisles of Bed, Bath & Beyond. We were passing
the kitchen supplies and I was walking ahead of him. I heard him say
"Look at that - a spoon rest - I've never heard of a spoon rest
before." I just let that pass when he then said "What about
the forks and knives? Them babies have been around a while and get
mighty tired, too." Now, him worrying about those poor neglected
knives and forks and wondering why they didn't have their own "rests"
just tickled me to death and again, I'm sitting here tears of laughter
rolling down my face just thinking about how he said it - a case of
"you had to be there" I guess, and I'm glad I was even if
I can't possibly explain what was so hilarious about that to me.
