The Groaner
Friendship is important, and good friends are hard to come by. I would never discard a friend for a mere trifle, but recently a friend put my philosophy to the test.
“I don’t wipe anymore,” he said.
“You don’t wipe,” I said.
“I haven’t wiped all winter,” he said, “my wiper is broken.”
“Your wiper is broken,” I said.
“Yes, my wiper is broken.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well the last time I tried to wipe nothing happened,” he said.
“Nothing happened?”
“That’s what I said, nothing happened.”
“I think this is the kind of problem you need to solve,” I said.
“I’ve tried,” he said, “I ordered a new one.”
“You ordered a new one; what does that mean?” I said.
“I ordered a new motor,” he said.
“Huh”
“I tried to get one on the cheap, but found that I could only get one from the source,” he said.
“You don’t mean from God do you?” I said. “You’re not going to quote scripture to me now are you?” There’s a time for wiping and a time to refrain from wiping; Ecclesiastes 3:?.
“Of course not, I mean the Toyota dealership, my car’s wiper motor is on the blink, I need a new one,” he said.
“Ha ha! I’ll bet you think you’re clever, a funny guy, don’t you?”
“Hey, there’s nothing funny about not being able to wipe.”