My sister, vw of one happy dog speaks is going to be writing some posts about our father. She didn’t want me to set you up for them but give you an idea of what happens when a prankster is set up.
Our father loved to play practical jokes (Ever wonder why they are called practical? Isn’t ‘practical joke’ an oxymoron?), but the one thing he didn’t care for was to have them played on him.
One day about 25+ years ago, he receives a birthday card. An anonymous birthday card. The card itself made fun of his age. Needless to say, dad was incensed that someone would send him this kind of card. The address had been typed so he made everyone he knew with a typewriter or access to one to type his address and give it to him.
We were all sitting in the front yard one day with the neighbors discussing the origins of this mysterious card, and who could possibly have sent it, when the names started flying.
What was so amusing was after the first couple of years, dad started getting anxious or angry if they were late. They were coming from all over the country with “wish you were here” written in them. One even had a grey hair inside it.
After 9/11 they stopped coming.
A couple of months ago, I ran across a stack of the cards I had bought and set aside to send. Somewhere I have a couple of letters from postmasters, stating that the mission had been accomplished. It was fun and I was sorry that it had to end.
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3 comments:
Now that's a good one.
I love it!!! He never suspected?
Nooooo. It was a sacred secret.
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