RaisingDad

A man walks into a bar and says, "Bartender, give me two beers. One for me and one for my little buddy here."      With that, he pulls out a three-inch man from his pocket.       "Wow!" says the bartender when he sees the little guy. "Can he drink a whole beer?"       "Sure," says the man, so the bartender serves them both a beer, and the little guy drinks it all up.       "Well, I'll be," says the bartender. "Can he walk?"       "Sure," says the man, and the little guy walks over and pours them both another beer.       "That's amazing," says the bartender. "Can he talk?"       "Sure," says the man. "Little Buddy, why don't you tell the bartender about the day you told God to prove He exists."      The point of that story was that you don't have to be embarrassed about the small size of...

The last time I took my elderly father to a restaurant, we had the misfortune of getting a new waitress on her first day of training. The poor girl got BOTH of our orders wrong, even though we ordered the same thing.      But she tried, I'll give her that.      Instead of hamburger steaks, we got hamburgers. Instead of mashed potatoes, we got fries. Instead of coffee, we got diet colas.      At the end of the meal, the flustered waitress smiled and asked if we would like dessert.      My father perused the dessert menu for a second, and then asked her, "Now... what do I have to order to get some pie?"     Raising My Father RaisingMyFather.blogspot.com JimDuchene.blogspot.com  American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine