He was laughing his head off. He and Mum had been traveling in New Brunswick. The went to the Canadian Senior Olympic Games. (Dad won a silver in lawn bowling–Congrats Dad!).
Anyway. He calls. He can barely speak he’s laughing his head off. And I’m expecting another rude joke.
But he says:
“Last night we stayed at a fancy-schmancy hotel by the airport. There was one of those–what do you call it–bidets in the bathroom. Your mother didn’t know what it was and she asked how did it work. So–I stepped in and showed her.
AND I GOT A FACE FULL OF WATER.”