If I had been clean & sober, it would have gone something like this:
My dad calls me in the middle of church the other day.
Now dad has had some health problems lately, so when I see it’s him calling, I think it’s an emergency.
I run out of church to answer his call and this is what I get:
Dad: “Do you have a sickle?"
Me: “A what?”
Dad: “A sickle! Like you cut weeds with?”
Me: “No. I have a weedeater for that.”
Dad: “Nah, I’ve got one of those, I want a sickle. Wonder where I can get one.”
Me: “I don’t know..........maybe the 1800’s?”
Couldn’t he just wait a couple months and borrow the Grim Reapers?
Not sure being sober makes it any funnier, but it was funny when it happened.