Comedy

A MAN, A PIGLET and SOME RUSH HOUR FUN

It wasn’t anything like rush hour in Halifax or Toronto. It wasn’t anything like rush hour in Peterborough or Truro. It was Lockeport’s version of the noon rush hour. Because Lockeport is an island, cars enter and exit the town by a single causeway. The majority of residents worked at the National Sea Products Fish Plant. At lunch time, many of them hurried home to West Head, Green Harbour, Brighton, Lydgate, and Allendale for lunch. Rush hour had no place in Dad’s world. Nope,…

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Kinship Among Klutzes…

There are klutzes and then there are serious klutzes. I am a KLUTZ extraordinaire. I can’t walk through a doorway without hitting one side or the other. I can’t take a pan out of the oven without burning myself. Every time I take the lid off a pill bottle, I drop the lid on the floor. I fell out of the pantry one day (one step) and sprained my ankle. Basically, if there’s anything to bump, walk or crash into – I will. Bruises, scars and scabs are some of my best friends. I take them everywhere I go

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Stupid, Stupider, Stupidest…

STUPID NUMBER ONE Early one morning, well before daylight, Glenn and I left the funeral home to meet with a family who lived about two hours away. We arrived early, found out exactly where the family lived and then went to McDonalds for breakfast. As I was walking towards the restaurant, I looked down, only to discover I was wearing different shoes, one black and one blue. Even worse, the heels were different heights giving me a noticeable limp that…

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