Oozing through Idaho (which doesn’t exist)
During a sermon a few weeks ago, I was talking about how a particular plant was known for having its sap ooze out. I half-expected someone to stand up and say, “Was that a sloooooooowww oooooooozzzzzeeee…a medium ooze…or a fastooze?”
It was just one of the interactive portions of our Campfire at Crater Lake. Twelve years ago. And yes, even today, I still think of this question every time someone talks about something oozing out.
And a few weeks before that, I asked a couple I was about to marry where they were going on their honeymoon. “Idaho,” they said.
I was tempted to say, “Idaho? Well, you know Idaho doesn’t really exist. It’s all part of a government conspiracy. You know declination? It’s all a government creation to cover up the fact that Idaho doesn’t really exist!”
I realized they would have absolutely no idea what I was talking about and would probably decide that I wasn’t competent enough to conduct their wedding if I were espousing crackpot theories like that. Of course, this was another line from our Campfire. So I bit my tongue and just chuckled to myself.
And yes, it’s a joke. I know Idaho exists. Or does it….?
Other jokes pop up in my mind from time to time, but these are definitely the two that come up almost every time someone says the key words (along with “Con-kee-sta-dorays!”)Is this a sign of a remarkable memory, or merely another example of how I really need to get out more?
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