The Other One

      Since I mentioned a couple of blog posts ago that Dad was sometimes a bit politically incorrect in his comments, I decided to make the September 1^st quote by Dad the one that seems to be a family favorite yet decidedly too naughty to be spoken by anyone else these days.

        Every once in a while, if he walked into a restaurant and saw a hostess or waitress with a name tag on, Dad would be primed for action. We could see it coming with the slight smile on his face.

        Let's imagine that the name on the tag was Janet. And the label was on the left side or the right side of the waitress's chest. Dad would squint and stare directly at the name tag and then say the name, “Oh! Janet!”

        Wherein the hostess or waitress would smile and probably nod her head.

        Then Dad would move his eyes to stare directly at the other side of the woman's chest, the side without the name tag, and inquire, “What is the name of the other one?”

        Yeah, he got the biggest kick out of that – but if he had lived this long and was now 87 years old and Dad tried to do that gag today – I doubt any woman within hearing range would let him get away with it. They might even be justified in hurting the old man. But then again, with Dad's luck, they would probably consider him cute, or funny, or harmless.

         My Dad.

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