Some people don't seem to understand my sense of humor. I love the absurdities and ironies of life.
Fortunately I wasn't planning to entertain any guests this Thanksgiving Day. My stove and oven don't work. This being a holiday weekend, they probably won't be fixed until Monday. So I went out and bought food I didn't have to cook. Cans. Cans of vegetables, cans of beans, cans of tuna. That sort of thing.
Last night I thought I would have a bowl of beans for dinner. While opening the can, my faithful, dependable can opener, which has served me well of 25 years, at least, broke.
Now if you think I'm moaning and grieving and telling a tale of woe, you're wrong. I'm laughing. What could be sillier than a man with a shelf full of cans and no can opener on Thanksgiving Day. If you don't think that's funny you've got no sense of humor. DB