My wife and I went to an afternoon meeting today. We usually get there early so we can fellowship and catch up with friends. Besides us, there were a couple of other women and one other man.
Here is how the conversation went….
“Looks like you got a new tattoo on your wrist, can I see it.” says my wife.
“Sure, check it out.” He begins. He turns his wrist over and says, ” It’s the melting clock, by Salvador Dali”
“Salvador Dali? Isn’t that the guy who runs the dairy outside of town?” Chimes female #2.
“No silly, that’s Mr. Salvatore…..Salvador Dali is that bald guy who wears the robe and meditates all the time…” Rings female #3
“Ughh….NO NO NO!! That’s the Dalai Lama. Salvador Dali isn’t the dairy guy or the meditation dude….he is the surrealist painter with the slicked back hair and the handlebar mustache!” I frustratingly reply.
“Handlebar mustache…..isn’t that the guy who was a pitcher for some baseball team?….I think it was he had slicked back hair too. I had no idea he was a painter! What a catch he must have been. Where am I when all these talented men are around?”
“Are you serious,lady??? That was Rolle Fingers, not Salvador Dali, not the Dalai Lama, he doesn’t own a dairy, he….he….he….never mind….I’m going inside.” I look back at the new tattoo guy and say-
” Never….ever show off a new tattoo again.”
Good2begone 