posted by Evi on Nov 10
The other day Bill and I were taking things out of our camper which is parked in the RV lot in the community in which we live. He was going through stuff both inside and outside of the RV while I made trips back and forth to the car with armloads of camping junk. On one such trip I returned to the camper and when I tried to open the door found it either stuck or locked.
“Bill, open the door.” Me.
“Where are you?” Him.
“I’m outside. Open the door.” Me, while knocking on the door.
“Where are you?” Him.
“I’m right outside. Open the damn door!” Me, knocking harder on the door.
“Outside where?” Him.
“Right here!” Me, screaming and banging on the door, wondering what the hell’s the matter with him. Has he gone deaf?
“What?” Him
“Open the friggin’ door!” Me, again, while banging away.
“What door?” Him.
“There’s only one door!” Me, totally frustrated now, pounding on the door. Has this man gone daft or something?
A few seconds later he showed up around the side of the RV, shaking his head.
“You dopey broad, you’re at the wrong RV.”
I looked around. Oh. Right.
He just walked away, still shaking his head.
The following evening we met our friends, Al and Dee, for dinner and, of course, he had to go and recount the whole embarrassing saga for them. Well, at least someone got a good laugh out of it.
Kind of reminds me of that old Abbott and Costello routine – ‘Who’s on First’.
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