You know, I have actually slipped on a banana peel. I swear I'm not making this up. I was in the new auditorium at my high school circa 1996. There was a banana peel on the floor, and I didn't see it. Wetzel saw the whole incident, including the part where my legs flew out from under me like a cartoon character, and he was like, "Who does that happen to in real life? Who ARE you?"
Apparently, I am a living, breathing, walking, talking joke book for 7-year-olds.
Although... okay, I've sort of stayed away from recounting some of the wedding day drama, because whatever- they're married; it was great. But someone actually found a fly in their soup at the reception.
Person: "Waiter, what's this fly doing in my soup?"
Waiter: "I think it's doing the backstroke."
And then, the kicker... The other day, I was photographing the Pegasus Therapeutic Riding Program's annual show, which was inspiring and great and beautiful. As I arrived at the paddock, dark thunderclouds began to amass in the sky like street thugs. I had to grab my gear and start shooting the obstacle class immediately (because I was afraid they'd stop the competition and move all the horses to the barn and I'd find myself shooting crappy weather art for the local section) so I didn't snap a picture of this. I SO wish I had, but anyway...
In an adjacent field, grazing among standard run-of-the-mill horses, was a zebra. I KNOW. I couldn't believe it either. Right there in the field: pony, pony, oooh pretty Arabian horse, zebra, pony. I never really thought about it, but I guess ordinary horses and zebras wouldn't have a problem sharing a pasture. What are they going to do? But still, what they is true. When you hear hoofbeats, you really *don't* expect to see zebras.
That's not really a joke for 7-year-olds, though. So I'll close with this instead: What's black and white and black and white and black and white?