Keeping a sense of humour

Bob Durnin

Dear editor,

Re: Complaint Filed Against Emo, Counsellors:
Here I go sticking my neck out again.
Seventeen years ago we had a restaurant in Saskatchewan in a town of 400 or so. The town and the area was multi-generation agri-land. It was pretty much typically laid back with the old folks solving local and world problems over morning coffee while the young bucks added fresh rubber to the Main St. asphalt on Saturday nights.
There were four churches in town and one had recently welcomed a new pastor and her wife.
I heard no rumblings of discontent other than a raised eyebrow or two, nor were there any reports of thunder and lightning from other pulpits. Her Sunday attendance did not suffer, perhaps increased – they were nice folks and well-liked.
They often came in for coffee and one day they did so, sitting at their usual table by the front window. Angle-parked on the street outside was a new “compact” car recently purchased by the wife – her first new car – and was she proud of that car, sharing her enthusiasm with everyone – bubbling over with happiness.
Enter Cecil – 80 -plus years of solid, honest farmer with solid convictions, honestly shared – and Cecil drove a full-sized Cadillac – land yacht variety.
He joined the round-table group of problem solvers, listened to the new car sales pitch for a bit, and I guess he decided that he’d heard enough.
Up he got and said, “Young lady, that’s my car parked beside yours. Maybe if you bought a car like that you could find a real man.” And out he stomped leaving his coffee unfinished. There was a moment of complete silence followed by gales of laughter.
Everyone laughed. Got that? – Everyone.
Which makes me wonder – has the local Pride contingent lost their sense of humour? Or is it shrouded by the murky miasma of political aspirations?

Bob Durnin
Rainy River