Corny jokes lay an egg with family
I tried out two old jokes about weather on our daughters and grandsons last weekend and when they didn’t laugh at the punch lines, I muttered something about generation gaps.
Regina was on their side; she clearly said my jokes were pitiful.
Perhaps so, but give me credit for them being timely.
I told Trey and Wright about the farmer who was plowing his mule in his popcorn field on a day like we’re having in the Tennessee Valley.
“It was so hot that the popcorn started popping,” I said.
“When the field covered in exploding kernels of white corn, the mule thought it was snowing and laid down and froze to death,” I said.
More blank stares, and for a purpose. Being 6-year-old city boys, they didn’t know that popcorn grows on cobs. They think popcorn comes from Publix or Kroger.
And about plowing mules: How does a person plow a mule? That’s why farmers have tractors.
We moved on to more relevant things like their Leapstar and pizza for supper. And wanting to go to the swimming pool.
Lynn and Mary Grace didn’t care for my drought joke, either. I thought it was pretty good, but again Regina said it was corny.
A tourist stopped at a wide place in a West Texas road to get gasoline, I said. He saw an old-timer sitting on the bench out front and decided he needed to be friendly and speak to him.
Looking at the sky, the tourist said that it looked like it might rain.
“Sure hope so,” the other man said, then he paused and scanned the sky.
“It’s not for me, it’s for my grandson... I’ve seen rain.”
The jokes are no cornier than attempting to fry eggs on the hot sidewalk as some members of our Daily staff did Aug. 10 when the temperature hit 103 degrees.
That attempt didn’t go over any better than my jokes, which like the eggs, just lay there.
Tom Wright is executive editor.