I'm sure I have shared with you before that often it is quite a challenge to come up with something to write that is worthy of our weekly visits. I figure, if you are going to welcome me into your house to your kitchen table, living room, or where ever you may be when you read this; it needs to be the best I can offer.
Whenever I look for something humorous, I don't look for “jokes” so much as I try to keep my eyes open for humorous things that happen around me. I think, more often than not, they happen all around any of us; we just need to open our eyes to them.
I have found that kids often provide a great deal of humorous material that is usually easy to use. One such event happened at a recent softball game at the high school. It's no secret that I thoroughly enjoy going to softball and baseball games. Sometimes I tell people that I feel a little guilty getting paid to cover the games. Of course, not nearly guilty enough to turn down my paycheck every couple of weeks.
While I'm at the games, I will often avail myself of a hot dog or sausage dog during the game. After all, what's a baseball or softball game without a hot dog or sausage dog? Probably a baseball or softball game to watch while hungry, which isn't nearly as entertaining. Plus, frequenting the concession stand helps support the kids and the athletic program. I'm always one to try and help support the kids and the athletic program.
So, I was at the softball game and at the concession stand waiting on my french fries (If you're gonna get a hot dog, you might as well get french fries, too! Right?) when a couple of youngsters placed their order for some Cheetos and a drink. As they are standing there, another young tike of about three years of age asked if one of the boys in the group would get him some “red Doritos.” The older boy looked at him and said, “Dude, I don't even know you.” Not to be deterred, the little guy went to another person and asked “Do you have any money?” This second person (Who will remain nameless here, because I know he had money on him.) answered in the negative. This persistent little guy walked away, but was far from ready to throw in the towel, especially with a bag of “red Doritos” at stake. A couple of moments later, this little fellow proudly returned to the concession stand and placed his order for the Doritos in the red bag. The person manning the concession stand asked if the youngster had a dollar and he said “Yes ma'am.” He then proudly produced a bank ATM receipt. I guess that served as proof enough that someone had possessed a dollar at some point of time. The concession stand woman laughed and handed the little fellow his prized red bag of Doritos. I reached in my wallet and attempted to give a dollar to the concession stand woman. She insisted that she could take care of it as she slipped a dollar into the register. We both enjoyed a good laugh at this. I told her, “That was more than a dollar's worth of entertainment right there.” About this same time, an adult walked up to the concession stand to hand over a “real” dollar for the little guy's “red Doritos.” The concession stand woman told him it was already taken care of. This is an honest-to-good true story. I'm not nearly talented enough to make this up. Have a great day and enjoy some “red Doritos” here on the “Sunny Side.” All it will cost you is an ATM receipt, or a dollar, whichever you can get. Hot dogs are extra.