Monday, December 9, 2013

Dad Jokes at the Wine Shop

"...with a hint of rubber in the nose," Katie concludes, reading from the description of the wine we're considering taking with us to the party in Astoria later. "Rubber in the nose?"

"Well for me," I say, really winding it up, "that's where the rubber meets the road."

Both she and the clerk packing boxes behind us say, in unison, "Ay-oh!"

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