I’ve just stepped inside a bakery and before I can even look at the menu an elderly lady sitting at table behind me asks “Do you want to read some jokes?”
I’m confused, she doesn’t want to tell me jokes, she wants me to read them?
Her friend interrupts and asks where I’m from and then proceeds to tell me about her life.
The initial lady hands me four worn pieces of paper folded in half with one newspaper like comic strip joke on each page.
I read them, she doesn’t ask me about them because her friend is still going on telling her story.
I eventually order and as I’m waiting, I hear her ask the next group of people that walk in, if they would like to read some jokes.
Sedona, AZ