Up at Lake Shore Farm in Northwood, the Lions Club sponsored a day of fun for the blind and visually impaired. Folks cross-county skied, went snowmobiling and ice fishing, then sat down to a nice roast beef dinner. After dinner we swapped stories. A former Radio Shack employee fondly recalled the day a customer came in looking for a small part for his computer. “Do you have any mouse balls?” he asked. The manager said, “Check next door at the pet store.”
Which reminded me of a story told by a hardware store clerk. It was canning time. Oscar came in looking for a package of sealing rings for mason jars. None on the shelf, but the clerk thought there might be some out back, so he hollered across the store to his colleague: “You got any rubbers for Oscar back there?”
A young woman told about visiting a friend’s cottage by the sea. The friend was showing her around. “Here’s the bathroom,” the friend said. “Hold on until I get the light.” “I’m blind!” the young woman said. She’s still laughing about it.
Eric used to be a grave digger. When people asked him what he did, he’d say, “I put everybody down.” Or sometimes, “Land management.”
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