The Man and I were selling our wares at a farmers market in a small Arizona town. Sells were off to a slow start, and I was trying to remain optimistic.
An older gentleman approached our table. He was probably in his 60s. He wore his grey hair and beard cut short. His clothes were specifically designed for active outdoor athletic activities.
The Man and I wished the potential customer a good morning. He returned our greeting and said he had a joke for us.
Ok, I said with mild apprehension. This exchange could go several ways, some of them more offensive than others.
Why didn’t the lifeguard rescue the hippie? the older gentleman asked us.
I don’t know, I said, and The Man shrugged. Neither of us had heard this one before.
Because he was too far out, man, the amateur comedian told us.
I burst out laughing. The Man chuckled too. The joke really tickled me.
That’s a good one, I giggled.
I have another one, the fellow told us. I guess our positive response gave him courage and confidence to continue with the jokes.
Why did the cowboy get a dachshund?
The Man shrugged again, and I shook my head. We didn’t know the answer.
He heard the other cowboys talking about getting a long little doggie.
The Man and I groaned a little. This joke wasn’t nearly as good as the one about the hippie and the lifeguard.
Ok! I have one for you! I told the jokester.
Oh good! he responded. He seemed genuinely pleased that I had a joke to share.
What’s the pirate’s favorite letter? I asked.
Oh! I know this one! he said, seeming even more pleased. You would think it’s the R (arrrrr, he pronounced it in best pirate fashion), but his heart really belongs to the C. (Get it? The C! The sea! Get it?)
Ok! Ok! I said. I’d gotten really excited by this joke exchange. I have another one for you! What do you call a camel with two humps?
Now the jokester looked perplexed. A dromedary? he ventured. (He was double wrong. A dromedary has one hump. The Bactrian camel is the creature with two humps, but that wasn’t the answer to my riddle.)
Pregnant! I burst out, then laughed at my own joke.
The jokester gave me a strange look. Perhaps camel gestation was taking things too far.
A little tiny kid told me that one, I explained, remembering the four tiny comedians who’d waylaid me with jokes in the national forest parking lot where I worked.
The jokester did not seem to be amused by my juvenile humor, and he
wandered away. I was disappointed he left before I could dazzle him with my favorite, a knock-knock joke about an interrupting cow.
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