Jokes have to be spontaneos things. If some says “tell me a joke” it will not be funny, because a joke is something that happens, a spur of the moment laugh, a witty remark that gets everyone rolling with laughter on the floor, you know like Facebook and it ROFL thing. They even have an abbreviation for it.
So the masterminds of the joke department in WordPress are today looking for some good jokes, but I do not have any. Of course my son once told me about the skeleton that walked into a bar and asked for a beer and a mop – get it? I got it, my son is autistic, but even he now and again has a sense of humour.
The plate of chips and sausage covered in a tomato similar sauce is not really a joke, but it has a deep meaning. Notice there is even a plastic pick on the side for piercing the pieces of sausage because the sausage stands in Germany, especially at the local fair, do not usually supply knives and forks.
So, where is the joke. There is none, it was just fun. This is a plate of the famous and notorious German Curry sausage (Currywurst) and you are still not laughing? Of course not. That is probably because you had not been submitted to countless various German TV programmes with the favourite detectives and police officers. Now and again they took a pause from the crime scene and had to collect their thoughts and make plans for the next strategic move. This was usually done at the local sausage stand which seemed to be placed all over German towns, by the river with plastic tables and chairs to sit on, or perhaps just a convenient place on the edge of town in a dubious district where there are isolated suspicious bars and lady’s that seem to make their living by talking to strange men. The men usually disappear quite quickly when they notice a that the person eating the sausage is a well known plain clothes police officer.
The police officers always requested a currywurst. Being from the British Isles originally and living in sheltered circumstances in Switzerland, I did not know what this was and was sure I was missing something in life.
Last year my No. 2 son married a german lady. I attended the wedding in Germany and spent a few days in this wonderful country, in the River Mosel area. The local town had their annual Summer fair and my son thought it would be a good idea to show his mum around and have some fun. It was then mum saw this German sausage stand.
My fate was sealed. It was not a joke or a criminal event on the TV, it was the real thing. They were selling genuine currywurst with all the trimmings.
“What do you want mum?”
“A currywurst and pommes” what a silly question. One of my ambitions was about to be realised.
We were almost on the river bank, in the middle of various market events, but there were no chairs or tables. It was standing only, this was the real thing, not a joke. At last I had my currywurst. It was good, I enjoyed it and it was the real thing, not one of those TV plastic lookalikes. The only disappointment was that there were no police inspectors hunting for suspicious characters.
Daily Prompt: Tell me a joke