He was installing something on the wall and needed me to tell him if it was even. “Come here gnarcolepsy_, I need your eyeballs.” “Sorry, I’m using them right now.”
Every single time for 25 years:
Me: "Hey Dad, I have a question."
Dad: "Who played Lumpy on Leave it to Beaver?"
Yesterday...
Coworker: "Hey, I have a question?"
Me: "Who played Lumpy on Leave it to Beaver?"
The circle of life... The answer is Frank Bank if anyone is curious :)
Because they always come full circle
At first I really didn't get it but in the end it came full circle.
There were a lot of plot holes but at the end it came full circle.
He’s come full circle, he’s a pun crocker.
Then my desserts will have come full circle.
Picture this.
A fancy Christmas dinner party at his new wife's opulent, sandstone estate house. Plates are being cleared from the lengthy, mahogony table that seats the fourteen well-to-do guests, the main course having just finished. All have feasted gloriously on our Christmas fare.
My Dad, playing the good host, picks up two bottles of wine, one white and one red, and proceeds to do a round of the table, chatting amiably with everyone as he circles. Those whose glasses are less than 90% full, he proceeds to top-up. I am sitting in the very centre of the long table, seated directly opposite a very well off lady in her early sixties, by the name of Margaret. My dad, having just topped off my glass, is now standing directly behind me.
This older woman, full of grace and charm, looks to my Dad and says, "Thank you so much for this glorious meal, John. It's been simply divine."
My Dad, "Not at all, Margaret, not at all. Could I charge your glass?"
Margaret, "Oh, no no, thank you. I've got the bottle in front of me!"
My Dad, quick of wit, and with a sneaky - yet charming - grin on his face, responds, "Ah, well, better that than a frontal lobotomy!"
I've never been more proud of him.
He told me I've really come full circle on that.
