Laugh a little
The Hobby
Jonathan goes to visit his old friend Lionel whose wife had recently passed away. As soon as he arrives, Jonathan notices how sad and empty Lionel looked. "What's the matter my friend?" asks Jonathan. "You look so washed out."
"You too would look like me if your wife had just died and you had no children or grandchildren nearby to visit you." replies Lionel.
"I know how hard it is to be so alone," says Jonathan. "As you know, I lost my lovely Sadie five years ago now and that is when I discovered that hobbies kept me from losing my mind. I believe it's absolutely essential for you to find a hobby to take your mind off things."
"But I already have a hobby," says Lionel. "I keep bees."
"Really? So where do you keep your bees?" asks Jonathan.
"I keep them in my bedroom, if you must know," replies Lionel.
"That's a strange place to keep bees," says Jonathan, "don't they sting you whilst you're asleep?"
"No," replies Lionel, "because I keep them inside my wardrobe."
"But surely they escape every time you open your wardrobe door?" says Jonathan.
"No, I keep them locked up inside a large wooden box," says Lionel.
"Well alright," says Jonathan, "I can see now that they can't escape and sting you. And no doubt you've kept them alive by drilling lots of small air holes in the box."
"What for should I have done that?" asks Lionel.
"Are you stupid or something?" replies Jonathan. "To allow them to breathe, that's why. If they can't breathe, they die!"
"So they die," says Lionel, shrugging.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," says Jonathan. "Are you a shmuck or what? Don't you care if all your bees die?"
"It's only a hobby," replies Lionel.
"You too would look like me if your wife had just died and you had no children or grandchildren nearby to visit you." replies Lionel.
"I know how hard it is to be so alone," says Jonathan. "As you know, I lost my lovely Sadie five years ago now and that is when I discovered that hobbies kept me from losing my mind. I believe it's absolutely essential for you to find a hobby to take your mind off things."
"But I already have a hobby," says Lionel. "I keep bees."
"Really? So where do you keep your bees?" asks Jonathan.
"I keep them in my bedroom, if you must know," replies Lionel.
"That's a strange place to keep bees," says Jonathan, "don't they sting you whilst you're asleep?"
"No," replies Lionel, "because I keep them inside my wardrobe."
"But surely they escape every time you open your wardrobe door?" says Jonathan.
"No, I keep them locked up inside a large wooden box," says Lionel.
"Well alright," says Jonathan, "I can see now that they can't escape and sting you. And no doubt you've kept them alive by drilling lots of small air holes in the box."
"What for should I have done that?" asks Lionel.
"Are you stupid or something?" replies Jonathan. "To allow them to breathe, that's why. If they can't breathe, they die!"
"So they die," says Lionel, shrugging.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," says Jonathan. "Are you a shmuck or what? Don't you care if all your bees die?"
"It's only a hobby," replies Lionel.