Let the memory live again

Vernon and Muriel were driving from Bismarck to Albuquerque for their granddaughter’s high school graduation. After a few hours on the road, they were tired and hungry, so they stopped at a restaurant for lunch.

They’d been back on the road for about fifteen minutes when Muriel realized her glasses were missing.

“I must have left them at that restaurant,” she said. “We’ll have to go back.”

“Confound it, Muriel, you’re always losing things!” Vernon fumed as he looked for a place to turn around. All the way back to the restaurant he berated her for her forgetfulness. Muriel, who had been putting up with Vernon’s bad temper for fifty years, sat silently ignoring him.  

Finally they arrived at the restaurant, and Muriel started to get out of the car so she could retrieve her glasses. As she did, Vernon called after her, “While you’re in there, you might as well get my hat and wallet.”

11 Responses to Let the memory live again

  1. Candice says:

    So funny! By the way, interesting backgrounds for your blog pages. I’m always wondering what I’ll see next post.

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  2. Abigail says:

    Nothing like the irony of the pot calling the kettle black.

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  3. egorr says:

    How about leaving one of your kids at a Rest Stop?

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  4. The Owl Lady says:


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