I took 8-Year Old Daughter sledding. Our strategy to go early in the morning and avoid the crowds paid off. We had the entire hill to ourselves. The snow was packed and she was flying. I finally insisted that she hand over her sled and give me a turn. I went so fast that it gave me a genuine thrill.
A little boy, about 6-years old, arrived alone. He went up and down the hill all by himself. It made me a bit sad.
It came time to leave and we set out towards the car. We got to the parking lot and I saw a man sitting in a Chevy Expedition. The car was running. Inside was the little boy’s father, watching dutifully from a distance in his roasty-toasty warm car. Apparently, he couldn’t be bothered to stand in the cold with his son. I gave him my best “what is wrong with you” look. I think I struck a nerve because, much to my surprise, he got out of the truck and walked towards the hill to join his son.
In addition to a cell phone jammer, I wish I had a device that I could point at people and sterilize them.
A man wearing a ski mask and holding a gun walks into a sperm bank. The woman working behind the counter says, “Sir! This is not a regular bank! This is a sperm bank!” The man holding the gun says, “Yes, I know! Pick up that bottle!” She picks it up. “Take off the cap!” She takes it off. “Now, drink it!” She drinks.
The man takes his ski mask off. It’s her husband! He says,
“See? It’s not so bad.”