Hey now, my Ripley’s Believe It Or Not pals! I’ve got a tale tonight that concerns timing or, more accurately, lack thereof. Let’s do this! A guy, Tom, went on a 6 week cruise and had his good friend Bill watch his beloved cat for him. Tom really loved this cat and went over every detail of the cat’s needs with Bill. The cat meant everything to Tom. So he goes on his cruise but a couple of weeks into it he gets a call from Bill. “Sorry”, says Bill. “Your cat died.”Tom goes nuts! “Whaddaya mean my cat died? You don’t just call someone and tell them that! You gotta be a little delicate with something like that! You don’t just blurt it out! What’s wrong with you?” “So what would you have had me do?” asked Bill. Tom said, “You could’ve called and told me, ‘Your cat’s on the roof.’ Then, in the next day or two, maybe you call and tell me my cat fell off the roof. Then after another day or so maybe you call and tell me my cat’s in the hospital, THEN, you tell me a day or two later that you’re sorry to tell me my cat died. See? You could’ve eased me into the idea instead of dropping a bomb like that!” Two weeks later the guy got another call from Bill who said, “Your mother’s on the roof.”
OUCH! Here’s where CactusBob pops up and asks, “So did the guy’s Mom fall off the roof?” Not to steal your thunder, Bob, old pal.OK. That’s my time. See you all again in the funnies, right? Silver. Out!