Mem'ries

I don't look for jokes, they find me.  It's true. Last time I looked for a joke, it had to be about cowboys, to send to a friend an MC at a cowboy concert, I went to joke websites and found nothing funny, but the very next day I read a review of some book that quoted a joke which I copied and forwarded to him.

On Sunday, a good joke found me and before I repeated it to anyone, two more arrived on Monday, the last one asking why a German must take two Viagra pills.  On Tuesday I forgot the one from Monday, and tried every trick to recall it.  Was it about somebody walking in the bar? Was it about passengers on an airplane with one too few parachutes, was it about a Jew and a priest?  None of the above. I tried single images: women, politicians, hunters.  Nothing worked.  No template I applied jerked my memory to remember the Sunday joke.  I couldn't remember where I had read it. I gave up and  began to worry about the usual age and memory related illnesses.  I'll have to write them down in the future, I decided, something I had never had to do in the past.

This morning I went to the fruit and vegetable market to buy a few things and to discover how prices shot up in just one week, I glanced at the stand with organic bananas, and it clicked.  Yes, the joke had a banana in it! In fact, the banana spoke the punch line.  It all came back.  The entire joke.

Then I realized that I had forgotten the second joke while  I still remembered the short one about the German.  I walked past the carrots (also organic), and remembered that there was a carrot in it.  No, the carrot didn't speak, but the hare certainly did.

All's well. Until the next time.

P.S. I still haven't written them down.