I posted this some months ago on Facebook.Posted: December 1, 2011 Filed under: Dispatches from the front lines | Tags: baseball, relationships 1 Comment
I was going to pick my brother up and go to the Twins game. But when I got there – I was a half-hour late.
My brother was sore. “What the…?!” he fumed. “What took you so long?”
“It was the most amazing thing,” I replied. “I was online, on a singles’ site, chatting with a woman who wanted to meet a guy.
I logged off, and as I put on my jacket Santa Claus popped down the chimney to ask if I was being a good boy.
On my way out to the garage, a leprechaun stopped and asked if I had seen his pot of gold.
And when I opened my garage door, I couldn’t back the car out because there were three or four unicorns in the driveway.”
My brother snorted. “How gullible do you think I am?!” he snapped.
“There ARE no women on a singles’ site who want to meet a guy!”
I must be the exception that proves the rule.