Yesterday one of my co-workers asked, “Wanna hear my favorite joke?” To put his age in perspective, he’s not young enough for me to be his mother, but he’s young enough he shouldn’t be as forgetful as I am.
“Sure,” I said. I like to laugh.
Instead he went silent. Mike and I have two things in common. We aren’t frequently quiet. I could see him thinking, really hard.
“I’ve got a joke, too,” said another co-worker. Georges is younger still.
“Go ahead,” I said to Georges, “tell your joke while Mike remembers his.”
“I’m going to have to phone a friend,” Mike admitted. I know that feeling.
Just then, in the dungeon, my son called me on my cell. My cubical is on the second floor, but the firm saved money by leaving out windows in the IT section – lucky me. Lack of windows leave phone bars for cell transmission virtually nonexistent. All I heard was, “What area does Coco live in?” Then the phone went dead.
I quickly redialed his number from a land line. “Los Feliz,” I said immediately into the receiver.
“What?” I heard.
“Los Feliz,” I repeated. The other party sounded really confused.
“What?” he said again. Then I listened to the voice. The other party didn’t sound like my son at all. I glanced at the display of the phone number. I’d called a combination of my son’s number and my sister’s number. This fellow had no idea who I was. “Sorry,” I said and hung up.
There goes any chance for me to use my “phone a friend.”
By this time we were all laughing, and no one had yet to tell a joke. Mike and I looked at Georges. The words weren’t coming. “Now I can’t remember the punch line,” said Georges.
“I remember the punch line for mine,” said Mike. “I just can’t remember the joke.”
“I’ve got an idea. Georges, tell your joke,” I suggested. “Mike, you tell your punch line. And we’ll see if it’s funny.”
“I’m laughing so hard, now I’ve got to pee,” Mike said.
Who knew, old age was catching?
The next morning, none of us even remembered we had forgotten anything, and I still didn’t know my son’s phone number.
Postlogue:
“Wow, I still haven’t called my friend,” said my work buddy said when he finally read the blog. So he makes the call, and tells us the joke. No one laughed. “I guess you had to be there,” he said.
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You’re too funny!
That’s a little scary ~ isn’t it!?! It happens to me all the time. Is it OK not to remember you forgot?
Worse yet is when you call someone, and they answer — and you forget who you were calling?? Been there!
Great post Penny! hehehehe!