So Phil, Sam and I went to Everett & Jones (San Pablo at University, in Berkeley) for lunch (awesome barbecue) today. Phil only sees out of one eye (this will become important).
We were sitting outside at a table with a couple of folks who worked for Berkeley public works. One of them was telling the other about telling a "one eye, hair lip" joke to an acquaintance, not realizing that this acquaintance had one eye. Said acquaintance apparently took offense.
So he says "What are the odds?"
Well, this was just too ripe. So, deadpan, I interjected: "Well..." then looked up for a moment and tapped my fingers together as though I was trying to ballpark the chances.
He looked back expectantly.
I looked back. "You mean like someone," I paused dramatically, "sitting at this table, having only one eye?"
He nodded, then realization broke slowly, and his eyes flickered from face to face, trying to figure out if I was jerking his chain or if one of us really was short on vision.
Location joke, you hadda be there, but the look on his face was priceless.
Thursday, April 22nd, 1999 danlyke@flutterby.com