tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627322010786735293.post6649664495250455446..comments2023-10-01T09:35:35.894+02:00Comments on Antipodes: Humor and ageWilliam Skyvingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10052367756561555096noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627322010786735293.post-20747131249160989192010-04-11T11:54:40.803+02:002010-04-11T11:54:40.803+02:00Reminds me of my own father. One "Mother'...Reminds me of my own father. One "Mother's Day" my father and mother went into a newsagent/tobacconist shop. The shopkeeper said to my father "Aren't you going to buy a card for your wife today?"<br /><br />My father's response: "She's not my mother"!Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17607706475235226890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627322010786735293.post-42874104218420380972010-04-10T21:06:19.079+02:002010-04-10T21:06:19.079+02:00My father has the same problems. Now he is over 80...My father has the same problems. Now he is over 80, so people think that he got Alzheimer. I don't know what they thought when he was younger, but I remember pretty well all these surprised expressions on the faces of the salesmen/women when I accompanied him to the shops.<br /><br />It seems that I "inherited" this characteristic. I shall start a study - I think it depends on the shops: my jokes are misunderstood in supermarkets like <i>Intermarché</i>, but they are quite successful in a <i>garage</i> or a <i>bricolage</i>.cmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13628012646010636255noreply@blogger.com