Buddhist Retreat?
April 28, 2006
A woman approaches my wife at the school gates as they both pick up the kids. “The Mr Jones – is that your husband?”
She has to think about it for a second, because no one has ever called me Mr Jones to her. Eventually, Wife nods.
Woman says: “The one giving the talk on Vesak?”
Wife nods.
“Oh wow! On actual Vesak day? That’s really exciting! I think that’s so good. I read about it in the newsletter.”
She looks down at her five year old daughter and says, “What’s Vesak about, darling?”
The girl looks up gleefully and says “Buddhaaa!!!”
There’s a newsletter.
What started off as an agreement to come in and talk to my daughter’s school has gone around in a newsletter to the parents – Buddhist parents in this case – who are looking forward to me coming in.
I guess I am Mr Jones.
(flash of blue light)
Oh boy.
5 comments
You’re either gonna kick arse or chew bubble gum. Either way, in a school full of small children, you’ll do fine.
If you ARE Mr. Jones, you shoudl be careful. Remember Molaram’s warning about the Sankara stones as Indiana is threatening to drop them into the crocodile-infested river:
‘Go Ahead! Drop them, Dr Jones. They will be found! You Won’t! ‘
You might want to keep an eye on your wife too:
‘The Devil and Mrs. Jones’.
And having spent some time in Philly you are probably already aware of Billy Paul: ‘Me and Mrs Jones’.
Just saying, Mr. Jones.
I should have known. Good call!
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