“You’re a writer?”
“Right, a writer.”
“I need a speech; writer.”
“Righteous!”
“Need some jokes.”
“Funny! Jokes are my
specialty!”
“I want originals.”
“First thing came to mind.”
“I’ll need a sample?”
“Does it look like we’re in Costco here?”
“Ok, ok. If I use a
joke I’ll pay.”
“Alright, then. Tell
me, how do you know when you’re getting old?”
“You tell me!”
“Depends!”
“What? Oh, right, I
get it now.”
“More?”
“Yup.”
“What’s the worst thing about getting old?”
“I give up.”
“You just feel so
youthless.”
“Huh.”
“Youthless! Think man
it!”
“Oh, yeah. That’s
actually pretty funny when you think about it.”
“That’s the point!”
“Got more?”
“My grandson likes to journal but he was having some trouble
with that.”
“Really! What kind of
trouble?”
“It’s really windy out where the kids live so whenever he’d sit
down on the porch to journal the wind would blow and the pages would fly
about. Tough to write then; right?”
“Right. So what’d he
do?”
“Asked his grandpa how to fix the problem of course.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“Simple. An easy fix. Told him to change the paper he was using.”
“Don’t tell me, you told him to use fly paper.”
“Nope. He wanted to
journal, not catch flies!”
“So what’d you suggest?”
“Sure you haven’t figured it out?”
“Yup.”
“Stationary, of
course.”
“Are you really trying to tell me you expect pay for a joke
like that?”
“Absolutely yes!”
“Give me a break!”
“Now who’s being funny?”
