Funny Girl

Viki, my best friend from school days, reminded me of something recently.  I used to be funny!  Really!

I’ve never been the life of the party and center of attention . . . no . . . but I’ve had my moments (past tense, you notice.)

 Viki was going through boxes in her garage when she came across some letters and notes I wrote back in the day . . . over fifty years ago!  She kept some mementos and sent me a few things.  Wow!  The memories!

 One note, probably written during study hall, was “A Day in the Life of Viki Lee” . . . complete with illustrations.  It was hilarious!  Well, hilarious for teenage girl humor.  Another note was my prediction for future classmates after graduation.  I don’t even remember some of the people I mention . . . but it was still pretty funny.  Gave me my first laugh of the day. 

Viki reminded me of my spoof about Batman and Robin (KA-POW! A very popular T.V. show back then).  

“Holy Hole in a Doughnut!”  That brought back fun memories!  I did a spoof on Batman for a speech and drama contest in high school. Viki thought it was some of my funniest work.  I’m pleased to say I won a medal for it.

That reminded me of ninth grade speech class.  I had written what I thought was a very funny speech about the fashions of the ‘40s. Women’s fashion included padded shoulders.  Think Joan Crawford.  Pretty silly looking to us mod ‘60s teenagers. (Yes, the ‘80s saw the resurgence of the padded shoulders . . . nothing new under the sun.  I digress.)

Joan Crawford

I compared that ‘40s fashion statement to football players’ shoulder pads.  I can’t remember anything else about the speech, except when I went forward to give it, one side of the class (the girl’s side) started giggling.  I hadn’t even started my speech!  I turned to look at the teacher, and her hand was covering her mouth as she tried to stifle a giggle.  I was flustered!  But I went ahead and gave my speech.  All the boys on the other side of the class roared with laughter!  They thought I was hilarious.  The girls laughed, too.  But I couldn’t get over the previous giggles.  When I sat down, a friend revealed the source of their amusement.  My red jumper, which buttoned all the way down the back, had come unbuttoned at the bottom revealing my slip.  Hilarious to a bunch of ninth graders.  (I was funny without even trying, apparently.)

I got an A on my speech, and I took comfort in the fact that the all the boys thought I was funny.

Where did that funny girl go?  Well, it is more than fifty years down the road . . .

The fact is, I could be funny in a speech or writing notes to friends.  But in everyday interaction with people, I was, and still, am quite shy.  When I am with close friends, I can relax and be myself and join in the witty banter.  With people I don’t know well, I am awkward.  I can always come up with something very amusing . . . later . . . as in too late for the conversation.

These days, I’m only funny with my grandchildren.  They enjoy laughing at Nana’s silly antics.  My knock-knock jokes are a hit every time.

My grands are funny on purpose and funny when they’re not even trying.  I never fail to laugh when I’m with them.

Laughter is good medicine.  That must be why I feel better after I see my grandkids, even when they wear me out.  With them, there is always laughter.

Holy laugh a day keeps the gloom away!  I’ve had a thought!

Maybe, I’ll borrow my nine-year-old grandson’s joke book!  It would be nice to be the funny girl again . . .

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