My family has a strange sense if humor. Most of the time when we tell our funniest stories, people don’t think they’re funny somehow.
Like the story about the man who combed his hair with a green comb. Bert told the story every couple months for years and only our family saw the humor.
And then there was the time Sharon and I were on the way home from kingsport when we noticed the guy in the car beside us. He was truly just an ordinary guy in an ordinary car going about his ordinary life but somehow that struck us funny and we howled.
Or just last Sunday when another unsuspecting man gave us our humor for the day. Again he had done nothing to provoke the outburst of mirth. And yet the whole truck shook with our laughter.
There are a hundred good stories resting in our family lore. Someday I’ll write them all. Hopefully my descendents will have the same warped sense of humor and understand.
But then there’s the story of Saturday. I was not having a good day. It was actually a really bad day. We had to get some school stuff in Middlesboro and since mom and dad were gone, we just all went. That is, everyone who is at home , which was bert, Sharon, katurah,Loren, and I.
We discovered friends there too. When you meet friends on rainy Saturdays it means coffee sure enough.
We ordered our drinks quickly casting uncertain glances at the guy making our drinks decked out in striped shorts and on overall style apron which made a horrific combination.
We settled into the back room of the coffee shop to watch the rain come down and wish our drinks had already come. We watched the striped short guy passing out drinks while saying things like “stwawbeerry baanonoa!” in a sing song voice.
The room slowly filled up. Our drinks came eventually. Our friends had their little sister along too. We were probably a bit plenty loud. Also a bit overly rambunctious. And kara really DID want her sip cup. It was simply asking too much to ask her to drink chocolate milk from a regular plastic cup.
I honestly don’t know how it happened but all of a sudden that whole cup of chocolate milk was across the table, across the floor and dripping from everything. There was a mad scramble away from the table. Everyone grabbed their own drinks. Sharon went to find paper towels, Bert stacked the remaning cups on another table. Mr Rainbow striped shorts came rushing to help. “I’ll go get the moppa!” he sang.
We had all been edgy laughing already (because you know, there’s no use crying over spilled milk) but bert totally lost it now and the rest of us joined heartily. The people all around us looked uncertain and attempted to mind their own business.
We calmed down and cleaned up the milk. Our rainbow friend mopped the floor and we settled down to finish our drinks. We had just sat down when Katurah pulled her chair forward. It was caught on the table behind her. The table that bert had stacked the drinks on.
You can guess what happened next. All of us girls shook with laughter. Our unknown friends in tables all around forgot themselves and laughed with us. Bert grabbed for cups and napkins and got down in the doorway to clean up the floor.
I looked up just in time to see Mr rainbow come around the corner with a tray of food. He stopped short and his eyes twinkled. He grinned. I’m pretty sure, in spite of everything, we were his favorite customers.
If you ever meet a young man with blond hair and rainbow shorts who’s working at a coffee shop, ask him about that rainy Saturdays when a crew of Mennonite teenagers crashed his day.
I think you’ll grin just to see the smile that spreads across his face.