Humor refreshes me. You too?
I like finding signs with misprints. The sign in front of a local neighborhood center announced: “A DULT DANCE — Thursday 7 pm.” It was repeated just like that on the other side.
I read that and wondered, “What is a dult? And why are they invited to the dance and no one else?”
In a book, this misprint gave me a chuckle: “They are up there hugging one anther.” Someone had written underneath, “I’ll hug an anther. Show me one.”
This brings to mind a bit of graffiti observed on a New York subway. Someone had scrawled on a poster, “I love grils.” Underneath, another had written: “I love girls.” And beneath that, a third person had penned: “What about us grils?”
In Reform, Alabama, after the Sunday morning church service, we were in line for lunch in the fellowship hall when a man gave me one of the best cartoon lines ever. He remarked to a friend, “I told my wife, ‘I’m coming back this afternoon and see if I want to sleep on this pew as bad as I think I do!’”
A critic said, “Reverend Jones’ sermons have too many points. Pastor Smith’s sermons are pointless.” You just can’t please some people.
The following bit of silliness embodies some of my peeves. It’s not funny so much as vexing….
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED…
–that the cheaper the preacher’s doctorate, the more gaudily he displays it?
–that the better prepared a sermon is, the less time it takes to deliver?