Water Pity
He and She were working at the lab …
She: “Here, take this pot and fill it with water for me, would you please?”
He: “Will do … Hey!!”
She: “What? Something’s wrong?”
He: “I’ll say something’s wrong!”
She: “Too late. I already did that.”
He: “Fun-neee. Not. I’d say you were all wet, if I weren’t already soaked myself.”
She: “No, dear. The water goes in the pot.”
He: “Right. You tell the water that. It won’t listen to me!”
She: “What’s so hard about putting water in a pot? You’re at a sink, right? You’re not trying to wring water out of a cloud or something?”
He: “No, I’m at a sink, it’s got a faucet, water comes out of the faucet. But it won’t stay in the pot!”
She: “It .. won’t .. stay …”
He: “Dangdest thing. I turn on the tap, and … I’ve never seen water fall up before! I tried clamping the lid down on the pot to keep that water in there, thought I had it for a moment, then blooey. Water all over everyplace. Including all over me. Everyplace except in the pot. Which is bone dry. What the …”
She: “Love, is there a sign over that sink?”
He: “I don’t … oh, yeah. There is.”
She: “Read it?”
He: “‘K … ‘Non-potable water.'”
She: “Thought so. Go find a sink that has potable water. You won’t have any trouble.”
He: “Right. I’m off.”
She: “I’ll say. Scrub that pot first!”
He: “Yes, dear.”
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ROTFLMAO — but when you get home you’re going to have some explaining to do. I want to know who She is!
You were there in spirit, love … 😉
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Damp damp damp
Crack pot. [shakes head]
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