I forgot to tell you my St. Patrick’s Day story yesterday. So in honor of old St. Patrick himself, I thought I’d revisit “Humor” and tell you this short little story:
I went to the University of Georgia without any idea of who my freshman-year roommate would be. Thankfully, I was paired with a nice fellow from Savannah named Mark. We became close friends, though we could not have been more different. He liked the hard rock music of AC/DC, and I liked Frank Sinatra. He liked football, and I liked golf. He didn’t mind a good fight; I avoided confrontation. About the only thing we really had in common was our enjoyment of a good party.
I remember the day when Mark came into the dorm room with this panicked looked on his face.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“You’re not going to believe it, Levi. You’re just not going to believe it?
“Believe what? Tell me,” I said.
“My biology teacher scheduled the midterm exam on St. Patrick’s Day.”
“So what?” I asked
“So… What do you mean ‘So what?’ It’s St. Patrick’s Day, man. Don’t you get it?”
“Get what?” I asked.
“I have never missed St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah. And that “fool teacher” – well, he said if I don’t show up for the exam, he’d give me a zero.”
“Yea. I guess that is kinda bad,” I said. “So, this will be the first St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah you’ve ever missed?”
“Are you crazy, man? I ain’t gonna miss St. Patrick’s Day. I’m just worried about what that zero is going to do to my average.”
Isn’t it wonderful that we’re all so different? I guess that’s why Mark and I got along so well. Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Mark ever came to enjoy Frank Sinatra, nor did I really ever start listening to AC/DC. But somehow we managed to laugh and have a good time together. That first year, Mark walked on the football team, and I joined a fraternity. I’m not sure where he is right now, but I’ll bet you $100 I can tell you where he was yesterday.
Days 18-20 Guide
Have a great weekend. Spend some time laughing.
© 2005, Levi Hill