We all have memories from the past that we always bring
up either because they remind us of the good times, sometimes for those bad
times like for a close friend or family member who died. Maybe it was that
night you got so drunk it was like The Hangover the next day figuring
out everything you did and now it’s why you don’t drink.
I had one of these memories recently, particularly with
my wife. It’s one of those events that we bring up every now and then to each
other and each time it brings a laugh for both of us. It will be one of those
stories we’ll be telling our kids and grand kids someday.
The story goes back to the first day we met in person. I
clarify in person because we met through an online dating site. We talked for a
couple months before we finally met at her dorm room.
Her dorm room was one of four in a small apartment setup.
So she had three roommates. During our first meeting, I met two of them. It doesn't mean much for how many I met, but that I met one in particular. It’s
because of her that we have our laugh.
Her roommate was from a city, and not used to a country
setting or people from the country. So as we are sitting and talking her roommate
from the city comes in from her class. Where upon meeting, she asks me some
questions, including where I live, I say where it is and that it’s in the
country.
Hearing I live in the country, the first follow up
question was if I lived on a farm. I don’t mind the ignorance that her first
instinct is that you live in the country you’re automatically a farmer. I can
over look that since her first instinct wasn't that because I live in the
country I’m automatically an inbred redneck hick with a deformed family member
who plays the banjo.
I do inform her that I do live near some farms, but I
don’t live or work on them. Her next question was if I ever see cows on the
farms; a logical question. Her IQ must have risen 1 point with that question;
my thought is maybe she’s not completely stupid. So I answer honestly that yes,
I have seen cows before.
Now the follow up question is what my wife and I laugh
about and recall just for the shear ridiculousness of the next question she
asked, and remember she was completely serious when she asked the question. Do
I have enough build up yet? The follow up question was:
Have you ever drank milk from the tap?
This is the face my wife and I made when we heard that. I
think my IQ dropped when I heard that question. All I could do was stammer out
the question, you mean drinking right from the utters? She responds, yeah, like
right from the cow. I honestly can’t remember the next couple minutes following
that because of the shear magnitude of my brain regaining any type of function.
All I know is that we managed to set her straight that she meant unpasteurized
milk and it would be drunk after being extracted from the cow into a bucket or
container. There’s less than a 1% chance that there is someone getting under a
cow and directly sucking on a teat for milk.
So my wife and I joke around with “drinking from the tap”
every now and then. And I hope it becomes a weird lesson of there is such a
thing as stupid questions.
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