gurf.com - humor - Halloween

     Yesterday Ruth called. “What’s doing, Gurf?”
    “Hi Knitknaven. Not much. What’s up with you?”
    “Heard you were quite a hit at Jerry’s Halloween party.”
    “I’m surprised he even let me in the door with my ramshackle costume, all the people with fancy rented gear. What’d you hear?”
    “About how original you were. You came as a computer or something.”
    “As a dotcom.”
    “A dotcom? As in Internet dotcom?”
    “Yeah.”
    “How do you dress as a dotcom?”
    “Well— Chad, a friend of mine, made me a futuristic-looking cane one year as a present. Another friend, Deon, gave me a derby. So all I had to do was make a circle— representing a period— and the letters C-O-M, in yellow, to hang around my neck, wear all black, and I was set.”
    “Everyone liked it?”
    “I don’t know about everyone, but several women told me it was cute, and I thought they were cute, so what more could I want.”
    “One thing.”
    “What?”
    “If you go to a Halloween party next year, how are you going to top being a dotcom?”
    “I haven’t slept for a week worrying about that question. But today— by coincidence— I thought of the answer.”
    “Could you possibly consent to share it with a devoted fan?”
    “I’d consider sharing it with a devoted fan, but not with you.”
    “But I am a devoted fan.”
    “Oh. Okay. I’m going to go dressed as— are you ready for this— a liberal.”
    “A liberal? What’s so special about that?”
    “Are you real? This is Paducah, Kentucky. The Bible Belt. One fundamentalist church every other block. A headhunter would be less foreign. I’ll wear an ACLU shirt and cap. Hand out subscription offers for Mother Jones.”
    “Scary.”

~ Gurf