Observations on Teachers

Muharram (Islamic New Year - begins at sundown)
Birthday - President Richard M. Nixon (37th President)
Martyrs' Day (Panama)

 

My tennis instructor looks like Christopher Walken and talks like Bob McGrath.

 

Yes, this is exactly as creepy as it sounds.

The Greatest Story Ever Told ~ The Tale of the Elephant Eggs

I’ve been wanting to post this story for years, but I keep forgetting.  I do not know anything about the teller other than the story itself, and I hope she will forgive my sharing her tale and all the editing I gave it, but it’s too good not to tell.

 

Once I met a lady in a social gathering, and in the course of getting to know each other we asked her to tell the story of how she met her husband. It went something like this:

 

 

“When I was in college, my roommate was a nice but somewhat gullible girl, so one day I decided to have some fun with her. Somewhere in one of our conversations I dropped some comment about an elephant egg, and she regarded me with shock. ‘Elephants lay eggs?’

 

‘Of course,’ I replied. ‘Ask anyone you like.’

 

She considered, and later when her boyfriend came over, she asked him. ‘Do elephants lay eggs?’

 

‘Yes,’ he said—he was in on it with me. ‘I thought everyone knew that.’

 

My roommate was surprised, but still only half-convinced. It bothered her all day, and she kept repeating her incredulous question, and we always assured her it was true.  Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she suggested we go to the library to resolve the matter once and for all. Her boyfriend and I followed her, cheerfully reassuring her of the truth of elephant eggs until we got inside. ‘Ask anyone!’ we kept insisting. ‘Everyone knows it!’

 

And so, before hitting the books, her eyes fell on a lone man who sat reading in the corner, and she went over to him. The two of us followed, anticipating the end of our joke, but enjoying the moment as she approached him. ‘Excuse me, sir,’ she said sheepishly, ‘but can you help settle our debate? My friends insist elephants lay eggs. Is that true?’

The man looked up at the three complete strangers—one suspicious and uncertain, the other two trying for straight faces with mixed success. Without missing a beat, he said, ‘Well, sure. Where do you think porcelain comes from?’

 

That was the first time I met the man who would become my husband.”

 

 

The epilogue? They broke the ice when she gave him a copy of Horton Hatches the Egg. Gotta love a smartass.