Joke of the Holiday Season

Sitting in a circle opening belated Christmas presents this year, my grandmother, who is in her seventies, delivered the joke of the season. My mother got me some new briefs for Christmas at the behest of Wifey, who joked that this was the best gift I had received because my current line of underwear “is holier than the Pope.” Grandma, not missing a beat, said that that was actually a good thing, because “when your husband goes out in underwear like that, you know he doesn’t have a girl on the side.”

After everyone stopped laughing a few minutes later, she delivered another doozy. Possibly ruining a future “backup plan” of mine, she says, “Of course, then you have to check his car to make sure he doesn’t have another pair in there.”

Just another example of the Greatest Generation at work.