I ate some Fast Food today. Yuck.
It’s weird. Ever since I have been watching what I eat I feel guilty when I eat something as crappy as a Carl’s Jr. Hamburger. It was gross. But I was craving a burger of some sort and it was driving distance from the office.
As I sat down and pulled out the onion rings and sipped my milk shake – see I went all out on junk food – I felt like people were looking at me thinking ‘look at that unhealthy eating bastard’. Really. I was all of a sudden self conscious about what I was eating in front of people. Usually I eat the healthy, low sodium food (which is good) at the cafeteria. But today, I needed a hamburger versus a healthy choice make your own burrito or something. I shake off the thought that people are looking at me for eating a cheese burger, onion rings and an Oreo Cookie milk shake.
But that’s not what made it such a great lunch.
As I bit into my Famous Star with Cheese I overheard two older ladies talking in the next booth and it made me wonder what I would be talking about when I’m in my late 70s. One was around 70 and one was definitely in her late 70s or even 80s. They were talking about their iron pills and how much they paid for their last batch. This batch was white, but the last one she got the pills were gray or something. They were calculating the costs per milligram. It made be very depressed. Is that what Donna and I will be talking about when we are old and fragile?
GOD I HOPE NOT!
It was a serious downer.
But that’s not what made it such a great lunch.
There were a lot of Senior Citizens at Carl’s Jr. in the Valley. Probably all well-to-do people with money. I mean this is the Valley. It was obvious they were of financial class that most of us want to achieve someday.
At a table next to my booth were three older gentlemen. From what I gathered they just got finished with a round of golf. And as I listened in on their conversation, they were probably or still are, from the old Hollywood scene. Old guys talking about comedy and referring to “Cheers” and other ‘older’ Sitcoms. It was cool. They talked about comedians and writing comedy. They talked about a comedy club and how a comedian was kinda stale and his jokes weren’t hitting half the audience. It was a really great eaves drop.
A few minutes later this older Japanese guy comes in. He was in ragged, dirty blue jeans with a tool belt on. He was a gardener for one or all of these three guys and probably the neighborhood gardener. The oldest guy laughs and says, “You’re late!” And the Japanese man starts laughing, “I was writing the jokes.” The Jokes? It rang in my head. He was writing “THE JOKES”. He didn’t look like a writer. He was a gardener for goodness sakes.
The Japanese guy hands the oldest guy a haphazard piece of yellow legal pad paper with writing on it. It looked as if he took it out in the middle of gardening and wrote on it using anything for a table. You would have guessed it was some type of measurements of some sort by a construction worker bringing it to his employer to show him the specs. That was my first impression. Until he said he was writing “THE JOKES”.
Another older guy chit chats to the Japanese guy about doing some trees on Saturday but it may rain.
The Japanese guy goes to the bathroom and the oldest guy says, “I like the second one. I like the second one.”
He hands it off to the guy across the table and he reads it. And that guy says, “I like this one.”
The other guy asks, “What’s the second one?”
And I swear I almost laughed out loud when he recited it.
“4 out of 3 people don’t understand fractions.”
I mean I say it to myself out loud right now and I’m laughing.
Who are these guys? That’s all that was going through my head. I want to hang with them, tell ‘em I’m a budding writer, tell ‘em I want to learn from them, follow them, joke with them.
Then the one that was reading it says, “read that one down there…”
“You’ll have to forgive me because it’s getting harder to remember some of the jokes as I get older. You’ll have to forgive me because it’s getting harder to remember some of the jokes as I get older.”
One guy laughs and says he heard something like that from some movie. God I wish I remember the movie references but they knew their comedies.
Then the Japanese guy comes out of the bathroom and the oldest guy says, “I like the second one.”
The Japanese guy says, “which one?”
“4 out of 3 people don’t understand fractions.”
And the Japanese guy goes, “huh?”
And they all start laughing and the older guy says, “He doesn’t even get it.”
I guess the Japanese guy didn’t hear the joke but then realizes what it was and says, “Ha… it’s funnier that way.” They all start cracking up.
Then the Japanese guy limps away.
It was so fricken ass funny I couldn’t stand it.
Then the older guy goes, “You know what’s funny? You know what’s funny?”
And the other guy quips, “What’s funny is that you’re still alive.”
Holy shit. I nearly threw up. I almost started clapping it was so hilarious.
The oldest guy continues, “You know what’s funny? It’s when I have something funny to say and I just can’t get it out – I can’t remember all of a sudden. Then five minutes later I blurt it out like it came out of nowhere.”
And then they start talking about how that happens to comedians and talk about intelligence and Alzheimer’s disease.
That’s when it got a little bit depressing. Old guys talking about Alzheimer’s disease after talking about joke writing and not remembering things.
I wanted to stay but decided I needed to go back to work.
But what entertainment. It was real, it was live, it was funny and it was something that totally lifted my spirits!
Now that’s what I want to be talking about when I’m old. Screw the Iron pills. Give me jokes man, JOKES!