My Wacky Aurora Hub (usually a laughter hub) post has been dormant for a while, but after yesterday’s coffee shop experience, I thought I’d bring it back to life. After all, laughter is the best medicine!
Yesterday, I spent the day with Matthew at the library, and I promised him a Tim Hortons donut afterward. We stopped by Tim Hortons on Wellington, and believe it or not, that visit brought back some funny memories, which I’ll be sharing later, including this one.
The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.
Mark Twain
Here I am, waiting patiently for my turn to buy a “chocolate-covered chocolate donut” for Matthew—basically, double chocolate donuts. For myself, I decided on a small Iced Cappuccino for $2. It’s a bit pricey when you realize 1/3 of the cup is ice, but hey, that’s why it’s called an Iced Cappuccino!
I must admit, I’m not much of a frequent shopper. Most of my trips are just for groceries. So, when I finally get the chance to go out for some shopping or grab a quick snack, I feel like everyone around me is speaking in code!
“White or chocolate?” the lady behind the counter asked. “White or chocolate what?” I replied. “It says here white or chocolate,” she replied impatiently. “Okay, give me the white,” I thought. “Well then, white milk for your Iced Cappuccino,” she confirmed.
I had no idea milk could come in anything other than white! And I definitely didn’t realize that chocolate was considered a colour either. All these revelations came courtesy of Tim Hortons, of all places.
More laughter. When we arrived, Matthew asked if he could go to the washroom. Of course, I said yes, but I had to bring him to the Ladies’ washroom again. Yes, again. Let me tell you about what happened the last time.
It was a similar situation a few weeks ago when I had to take Matthew to the washroom. I told him he had to go to the ladies’ room with me, but he corrected me, saying, “Not ladies’ room, the women’s washroom.” I agreed and took him in. Once we were inside, he scanned the room, squatted down to look under the stalls, and asked, “Where are all the women?” Luckily, there were none!
More code or “laugher stories” to share!
A couple of months ago, it was ladies’ night at Mark’s Work Wearhouse, and I couldn’t resist taking advantage of the good sales. While I was shopping for clothes, I found myself in line at the register with a long queue of fellow shoppers – mostly women.
The young lady at the register was working fast, trying to get through all the customers. After she scanned all my items, she looked at me and asked, “What size underwear?“
“Excuse me?” I replied, surprised.
“They’re free,” a man behind the counter, probably the store manager, chimed in.
Ah, I realized this must be the free gift they were offering. But my face felt like it was on fire as I processed the question. I had to think for a moment.
“Medium, please,” I said, trying to keep it cool. You can’t really go wrong with medium, right? It’s either a little too big or a little too small. At least if it’s too big, I can shrink it in the dryer!
