by Richard
From the dudes (and by dudes I mean me) are more easily amused than is right files comes this. As of last week, I am living the dream. I had something happen that basically completes my life. I can die happy. Well, I say I can, but I really only mean that metaphorically. Those of you out there harboring some secret desire to shoot an overweight bald guy, but only one who wants it, look elsewhere. Not me. Not yet. It was just an expression.
Anyway. There are certain things in our culture that have become clichés. They become clichés because there is some element of truth to them. And then they get used over and over again as jokes on the multidude of horrible sitcoms that inflict the airways of this great country.
These are jokes that are so old, they’re no longer jokes. They’re just signposts on the way to symbolizing something about a character. They’re no longer funny. Except for when they happen in real life.
Last week, I was in Universal Studios Florida with three high-school buddies. They’re all reasonably intelligent, reasonably successful. I mean, they each have a brain in their head.
But this one friend (let’s call him, oh, John. Just for the sake of convenience.) can sometimes turn any event into a living sitcom.
To wit: We were walking as fast as we could to The Mummy ride, since we’d heard it was open. We were trucking along when we noticed that John (pseudonym, remember) wasn’t with us. We turned around to look for him. We looked and looked. Eventually we say him, digging through his fanny pack about 50 yards away.
We all sighed, knowing what was up. John was John and wouldn’t be John without sometimes loosing his, ah, fecal material, at one point or other.
We got back to him and he kept digging through the fanny pack, casting occasional glances back over his shoulder the way we had come and then turning back to his fanny pack. He looked desperate. What’s going on, we wanted to know.
“It’s my sunglasses. I think I lost them.”
And right about them was when I lost it. My friends kept looking at me, waiting for me to stop laughing. I couldn’t, but I did manage to control it just long enough to gasp out, “Your sunglasses. . . They’re on your head.”
John reached up and, sure enough, there they were. I couldn’t believe it. Something that stupid, that clichéd had actually happened in real life and I’d been there. Again, easily amused, yes. But sometimes, life is good to me.
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