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
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.
me to your washateria, grasshopper!
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."
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
does Harbor Mist smell like?
out below & I'll show ya!
"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.