My Humorous Experience Essay

My friend and I once took our snack at a quiet corner in the college cafeteria when he shared to me an experience he had while volunteering in a home for the elderly. He said that one time a hearing impaired grandma had her friend, who was then also deaf with old age, for a visit. Once left by the caregiver, the two old women had a conversation. The grandma had been trying to squeeze a decent tune from her guitar for an hour.

Her deaf friend asked, “Is that a guitar? ” Grandma replied loudly, “No, it’s a guitar! ” Her deaf friend then nodded and said matter-of-factly, “Oh, I thought it was a guitar.

” Sales ladies sometimes astound me and I have been wondering why some of them are hired in the first place. I was at Wal-Mart one evening quite in a hurry to find a CD of Beethoven for an assignment in class. I had been scouring the record section but I seemed to miss the classical music section.

So I asked the saleslady nearest to me, “Can you please direct me to the classical music section please? ” She then accompanied me to a tiny corner of the records section devoted to classical music but I could not find the Beethoven selection that I wanted.

I then asked her, “Do you have more Beethoven? ” The saleslady’s brows furrowed a tad bit despite her wide smile. Perhaps sensing that I was about to be puzzled with her look she broke into a delightful smile and urged me to wait while she disappeared. She came back with a Beethoven CD indeed but still it did not contain the piece I was looking for. I asked if she has any more in stock somewhere. She replied with an all-knowing enthusiastic demeanor, “Sir, that is his latest CD. He just released it a month ago. ” I was speechless and managed to utter, “He did?

But he died more than a hundred fifty years ago! ” Then I walked out leaving the saleslady probably with her jaw on the floor. References Anonymous. (2003). Everyday Humor. Anvil Publishing: Cebu, Philippines. Dear Client: Do you really need three sources?

These experiences were passed on from one friend to the next so I could not pinpoint an author. It’s like poetry, handed down from one person to another. Nevertheless, I placed the pamphlet of jokes where it was inspired from. Feel free to send me a message anytime for any concern.