Mr. S and I were at Fleet Farm (as you frequently are when you’re building a house) and he wanted to choose a piece of trim wood for some project. He’s pretty picky and it takes him a while to find one that’s just right – smooth, straight, no knots, good grain, etc. – so to avoid boredom I wandered off to look at something else. When I wandered back, he was just coming out of the aisle with his treasure.
“Found one,” he said.
“Yes, I know,” I replied sweetly. “I saw the puff of white smoke.”
This one’s on Mr. S. We were camping with a good friend and her two daughters. The older one was maybe 14 at the time, cute, petite and, er, well-developed. She had been getting quite a bit of attention from a group of teenage boys; they had even invited her to join them at their campfire later. She wasn’t interested, but we were teasing her about it: “Say, you should go over there, you could toast your buns,” etc. Not in a mean way, she knew we were totally bullshitting her, and she can give as good as she gets. So we suggested that maybe she should put on her bathing suit and saunter past their site.
“No, it’s too cold for that,” she answered.
Mr. S, with a wink: “All the better.”
We all laughed our asses off. Later he told me he felt bad because, after all, that was actually a pretty inapppropriate thing for a 40-some-year-old man to say to someone’s 14-year-old daughter. But as I said, we’re all pretty cool about smutty humor, and the pure outrageousness was what made it so funny.
Amoco clerk to Mr. S, who was buying three packs of Rolaids: “Do you have gas?”