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From: Lawrence E Cope <[log in to unmask]>
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Subject: true story (fwd)
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Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1998 17:48:26 -0500 (EST)
From: Lawrence E Cope <[log in to unmask]>
To: Lawrence E Cope <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: true story
Special Occasions
True Story:
This is more embarrassing for my mother than for me because I wasn't quite
four years old when it happened. My mother taught me to read when I was 3
years old (her first mistake).
One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet door was
ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was
keeping napkins in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen? Not
wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts she told me that those were
for special occasions.
Now fast forward a few months. It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are
leaving to pick up the pastor and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments
for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.
When they returned, the pastor came in first and immediately burst into
laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Next came my
father, who roared with laughter. Then came mom, who almost died of
embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a "special
occasion" napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I
had even tucked the little tails in so they didn't hang off the edge. My
mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other
adults into further fits of laughter.
"But Mom, you SAID they were for special occasions!
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After church on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his
mother, "Mom, I've decided I'm going to be a minister when I grow up."
"That's okay with us," the mother said, "But what made you decide to be a
minister?"
"Well," the boy replied, "I'll have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and
I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell than to sit still and
listen."
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