Saturday, March 26, 2005

'Gay Les' and 'Golf in the Dark'

Family lunch today was better than I thought. Other than the amazing seafood spread, the highlights were a couple of humorous stories involving Dad, he can be a funny bugger sometimes.

Story 1

After a terrible run with cars (it's hereditary), Mum and Dad finally got themselves a decent car a year or so ago. It's a late model white Ford Falcon.

Mum (Gayle) was so rapt with "her new toy", that she proceeded to spend a weeks pay on personalised number plates. She wanted everyone to know it was her car, so the plates read "GAYLES".

Dad rarely drives the car because he usually has his van, but recently he drove it down to his local and parked it within view of the bar. One of his mates noticed the number plates and said something along the lines of:

"Hey Gerry, how come your number plates say gay Les? Is it 'Gerry the courier' during the week, and 'gay Les' on the weekend?"

Dad, and the rest of the blokes at the bar saw the humour in it, and it became a new nickname for Dad and a bit of a running gag.

Of course it wasn't long before Mum found out about 'Gay Les', and she failed to see the humour in it.

Last week while shopping with her friend, they came across a shop with stickers of letters and punctuation. So when everyone arrived for lunch today, she made a big deal of pointing out to everyone that her car did not belong to 'gay Les' , but that it was indeed; GAYLE'S.

The power of the apostrophe!

Story 2

A few guys that Dad plays golf with came along to the lunch with their wives, and as the beer flowed so did the stories.

Dad recounted a Sunday when a group of the guys had planned a golf day down south, they'd organised a bus and everything.

Golfers like to start early, so Dad set off on foot at about 5am (still very dark) down to the local football club where the bus was leaving from.

He was merrily dragging his golf clubs down the street when he realized that four guys were walking along behind him.

Feeling a little apprehensive, Dad took the 5-iron from his golf bag as a precaution. As the guys caught up, it became obvious that they were just making their way home after a big night. So as they walked past him (5-iron still in hand) Dad asked:

"You guys haven't seen my ball anywhere have you?"

Just to top the story off, the same four guys passed another one of Dad's mates just up the road, who was also dragging his golf clubs along in the dark. I'd love to know what they were thinking.

Watching: ABC - Rage


At 3:24 am, Blogger Melina said...

Still laughing about the Gay Les story...five bucks is in it for you if you continually steal the apostrophe!

At 5:33 am, Blogger Jay said...

That reminds me of my uncle.
Our family is french, and his name is Guy (pronounced Guee, if you don't know). Anyway, his nickname is Petit Guy, or 'Tit Guy, for short (little Guy). So he has a license plate that reads


Yeah. Lots of people honk at him.

At 10:50 am, Blogger Melina said...

Laughing soo hard at Jay's story...your family members are the reason why vanity plates should be outlawed!


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