
I went to a community watermelon feed yesterday at Tower Park. That’s where I ran into Carmen.
If you’ve spent any significant amount of time in Stillwater, or you’ve lived in the College Gardens neighborhood, you’ve no doubt met Carmen Dormer. She’s the type of person who has never met a stranger, and is eager to talk to you about anything imaginable, particularly jokes. Carmen loves jokes.
“Where does the Lone Ranger take his trash?” Carmen asks. “To the dump, to the dump to the du-du-dump!”
“Did you hear about the eight-year-old boy and his little brother? They went to the pharmacy and the eight-year-old went up to buy a big box of tampons. The druggist said, ‘Whatever do you need these for?’ The boy replied, ‘Well, I heard that if you use these, you can swim and ride a bike, and my little brother can’t do either!’”
She’s got some racier jokes, too, but you’ll have to get her to tell them in person. They’re much better that way.
Carmen does not like watermelon. So she brought cantaloupe to the watermelon feed, which you can see she still has in her hand in the above photo. She asked me to cut those slices for her. She then asked me to take a picture of her, and she wanted to be leaning against the tree, looking upward. I pretty much go with whatever Carmen says, because she’s the kind of person who makes life interesting.
Next time I see Carmen, I’ll probably have to re-introduce myself (we’ve met four times already). But I won’t mind, especially if she’s got another joke for me.
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