Buddhist Retreat?
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.
April 29th, 2006 at 12:43 am
You’re either gonna kick arse or chew bubble gum. Either way, in a school full of small children, you’ll do fine.
April 29th, 2006 at 6:04 am
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.
April 29th, 2006 at 10:39 am
:) First dance at my wedding
April 30th, 2006 at 1:40 am
I should have known. Good call!
April 30th, 2006 at 8:42 pm
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