A joke I heard lately.

Will share it with you as it is too warm to sleep.

Slowly becoming Playa del Oldambt

It is past midnight over here in my hometown Winschoten, monday again. Should have been asleep for a few hours already. Yet it is warm inside and outside, the wind has dropped and I am too much awake. Even took a cold beer from the fridge. Belgian type, Tripple, brand Leffe. Right balance between bitter and sweet, like a symphony. Refreshing and a bit spicy, yet a bit strong on the alcohol, 8.5%, yet still soft and sparkly. It was the last one. Hope it will ease me to sleep in a while. Here in our place on the planet where we can almost start to call it Playa del Oldambt. Living at Costa del Dollard and Oldambtmeer, a place for tourists to go this summer.

In my hometown once a week a so called foodtruck comes by. It is posting close to our home and at friday we sometimes have fries instead of cooking. The owner of the foodtruck always has some stories to share. We have talked about all kinds of stuff actually. About advertising, sign and so on. Time flies waiting. Great entrepeneur, proud of his achievements and he loves what he does. Always a pleasure. Last time I was there he just got off the phone. "A good client of mine, has been for years, just called he is back from holiday." He has an honest way of keeping customers regular clients of his services. People can call and he has couriers with cars that will bring the order to your doorstep.

They had a large order for Shoarma and Chicken kebab that evening, from a factory nearby. Almost left them out off stock before their shift was done. But he always keeps something aside for his regular customers. The customer that called is an 80 year young man. Well young of spirit, because he had been parachute jumping. Never have been myself, think I would have shat myself the moment I would have jumped out off the plane. Or maybe even before and would not even have gotten into the plane in the first place.

The client and the joke

There were a few other clients waiting at the foodtruck stop. He was talking in Oldambtster dialect to one of them, it is a related to the Lower-Saxony language. It is kind of fun, he has Turkish family roots, was born and raised here, and speaks very good dialect. That is part of his succes I guess. Strangely though he always talks in Nederish {Nederlands} with me. Anyway, so he talks in Oldambtster dialect to one of the clients. But when that man answers he speaks Nederlands {Nederish} but with a Drenthish tongue. So he is from the neighbouring province. It is kind of fun to hear, but I guess you had to be there.

All of a sudden this client turns to me and starts to tell a joke: "There is this parachute jump event. The participants were told to go there by bicycle. These would be brought at the landing spot, so they had their ride home again afterwards." Well, I hmm hmmnd a few times and he went on with his story: "One man went there on his bike, got on the plane and listened to the instructor while the parachute backpack was put on his back." Again, me hmmm hmmming and the man continued: "The instructor told the people about the string to pull.", "The large one, after counting down from ten to zero, pull that one. If no parachute opens, do not worry, there is a little one to your right, just pull that one. It always works."

Have no clue where this is going, so I nod at the man telling the joke, as if to say that he may continue. And so he does: "The man then jumps out off the plain when it is high in the sky. Counts down and pulls at the longest cord. No response, no parachute and he is going down fast." Again I nod and the man tells it further: "He pulls the second string that is supposed to get the parachute out. But no response at all." Inbetween his order is ready so he has to finish up the joke by now.

"And as he goes down at high speed he says to himself: 'Of course, this is one of those days again, I bet when I get down there my bike will be stolen!'..." It made me laugh a bit, and even more when I told it later and somebody said: "I do not get it, what is so funny about a stolen bike..." It added an extra fun factor to the joke.

But the other client at the foodtruck stop told it better anyway. And now I finished my beer and is it really time to get some sleep. The alarm will sound at 7. The ever so annoying 'eek-eek-eek-eek', good thing there is no hammer besides the bed...

Have a great one!

Chaos in orange

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EDIT: Text corrections.