NOT MY STORY, NOT EVEN WEIGHT-RELATED, BUT TOO GOOD NOT TO SHARE
my friend J_____ (name withheld to protect the unintentionally guilty) is a divorced but totally devoted father. he is one of the kindest, gentlest earthbound angels I know. he went to pick up his son during the Christmas holidays at his ex's apartment.
picture this: wife opens door, J___ enters the apartment, kid tosses him something.
"Look, Dad, I got a sumo stresgnch ball."
J___ takes a firm grip, exerts maximum force and
off the sumo.
time stands still. J___ turns pink > red > purple. he holds the body in one hand, the head in the other.
stunned silence and round eyes all around.
"Look, Mom. Dad ripped the head off my stress ball." (now THAT's when you know you are Really stressed....)
"......unghh," sez J__. "I thought you said STRETCH ball."
fortunately, everyone saw the humor simultaneously. raucous laughter. re-erupting raucous laughter. the best kind.
Christmas memories are made of this.
and what makes it REALLY funny is that J___ did it and NOT MEEEE!