Laugh… Because It Feels Good!

Do you remember the last time you laughed so hard you cried? I hope so, because there’s nothing that can turn a glum day on it’s head faster than a good, old belly-laugh.

So, here’s a story for you that might get you going (should get a groan, if nothing else)…

A woman walks into a sporting goods store and heads to the fishing department. She spots a clerk behind the counter, walks up and says, “Excuse me, but I’m looking for a fishing rod for my grandson and was wondering if you could recommend something?”

The fellow behind the counter replies, “I’d be happy to Ma’am,  but you see, I’m blind, so If you wouldn’t mind going and grabbing a rod and bringing it over here, I’d be happy to tell you all about it.”

So the lady goes to the fishing rods and, after a moment, picks one, brings it back and sets it down on the counter.

“Oh”, says the clerk, “that’s a good choice. That’s one of our best sellers and you’re in luck because today we have it on sale for twenty dollars.”

“How do you know that?”, asks the woman. “You didn’t even touch it!”

“Just by the sound.”, replies the clerk. “My sense of hearing’s become very developed since I lost my eyesight.”

“Well”, responds the woman, “that’s simply amazing, and I’ll take the rod.”

“Marvelous!”, repsonds the clerk. “How would you like to pay for that?”

“By credit card.”,  she says, but as she pulls her card from her wallet, it slips from her fingers and falls to the floor with a faint, “Click.”

Without a second of hesitation, the clerk says, “Yes, your MasterCard will do just fine, Ma’am.”

“You figured out that I have a MasterCard by just hearing it hit the floor?”, the woman exclaims, obviously impressed.

“Yes,” replies the clerk, “as I said, my hearing is very acute.”

“Well that IS impressive.”, says the woman as she starts to bend over to pick up her card.

But, just as she grabs it, she lets out a distinct fart! Embarrassed, she quickly stands up, but then thinks to herself, “Well, I’m the only one here but, being blind, HE doesn’t know that.”

Relieved, she hands her card to the clerk who rings up her purchase. “Your total’s thirty four fifty, Ma’am.”, he says.

“Thirty four fifty?”, she questions, “I thought you said that the fishing rod was on sale for twenty dollars.”

“That’s right, Ma’am, ” he responds, “but the duck call costs eleven and the bear repellant’s three fifty.”