Well, after last night’s gloomy post, redolent with the odor of the crypt, I think it’s time for a little comic relief. This comes by way of comedian Kip Addotta, who sends me little tidbits from time to time.
Two elderly couples are having dinner together. After the meal the women clear the table and go into the kitchen. The men light cigars and chat.
“You know,” says one of the old codgers, “we went to a new restaurant last night, and I have to say it was just about the best meal I’ve ever had.”
“Really!” says the other. “What was the place called?”
The first fellow furrows his brow, but can’t come up with the name.
“Hmmm,” he says. “What’s the name of that flower…?”
His friend thinks for a moment. “Daisy?”
“No, no… you know, the RED one…”
“Carnation?”
“No! come on – you know the one I mean – the one you give to a girl when you’re in love…”
“What – you mean a rose?”
“Yes! that’s the one!”
He swivels in his chair to face the kitchen door.
“HEY, ROSE!! WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THAT PLACE WE WENT TO LAST NIGHT??”