 Comedy: February 16, 2022 Issue [#11202] |
This week: Saturday Matinees! Edited by: Ẃeβ࿚ẂỉԎḈĥ  
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How did our parents find the time to be alone together for several hours on the weekend with children home from school? |
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Years ago in the days of my youth, our parents could get rid of us kids for hours on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, or even both days. There were usually several theaters within walking distance, so a different triple feature was available either day. The beauty of it back then, was, the price for hours of entertainment cost around quarter. It was an affordable way for parents to enjoy some peace and quiet, and, whatever else their mood so desired.
We kids would be out playing most of the day in the summer, and after school the rest of the year. There was no constant harping on whether we had done our homework or not, nope! Such peskiness was not needed because we went to Catholic school, with the nuns as our very convincing masters of the homework universe. You never want to mess with the nuns and their rulers and “clickers or signals” as they would call the voice saving pieces of wood joined together by a rubber band giving them the stretch-release clack that signaled it was the next person in the row’s turn to read. So, we judged our homework so as to not interfere with our play time, supper time, and TV time during the weekdays. And, on the weekends, we'd usually postpone it until after dinner on Sunday. That was also a timing issues, as we wanted to be done in order to watch our favorite Sunday night shows, Lassie, My Favorite Marian, and then right into the Ed Sullivan Show.
Neighbors, I’m sure all over the country, caught onto the idea of letting their kids follow along with the rest of the kids in the hood on their trek to the movies.That's how their naughty little plan came into existence. It was the weekend triple feature B-horror movies which would guarantee the house to themselves for a few hours, not counting the walk to and from the theater.
What a glorious plan that was, too! The entire neighborhood was quiet, while the children met outside and walked together to the movies, with a couple quarters in hand, we got into the theater with change left over for candy or popcorn.
Usually dusk was upon us for the walk back home. There seemed to be a serene atmosphere once we entered the house. Our stressed out parents were magically calm, laughing, and appeared interested in our afternoon at the theater. They asked if we had fun and enjoyed the movies playing. Back then, we thought it was parental duty and love that made them so interested in our day away from them.
Years passed when I began to realize there had to be something more than their encouragement of the finer arts of the cinema that caused the entire neighborhood to push their children into the Saturday afternoon triple feature horror shows .
Once I had children, the play dates at one friend’s house or another gave a mom and dad the private time they so craved.
Parents do the darnedest things when the kids are otherwise occupied. don't you think? 
It's a wrap for this edition of the Comedy Newsletter.
Until next time--laugh hard, laugh often!
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Answers to last month's "Comedy Newsletter (January 19, 2022)" question, for a chance at an MB.
My question for you is:
Have you faced a birthday that even shocked you, realizing you are that age?
If so, which birthday was it in life that gave you such a feeling?
Prosperous Snow celebrating 
At 75, I have found that as long as you can laugh--even if it just hysterical laughter--you will be fine. Each birthday brings new wisdom and new reasons to laugh.
River 
Happy Birthday to you. That shocking birthday will be coming up for me in June. 70... How did that even happen???
River
BIG BAD WOLF Feeling Thankful 
It's the moment that you realize that you're half your father's age.
Joy 
 That woman sounds like me, WW! For a minute there, I thought you were spying on me. 
I have an old laptop I can't get in because I forgot the password. I went online and printed out a how-to but never got around to using that print-out, maybe because I am lazy or I don't really need it as I have an another old laptop that's working. I look at it this way. No harm done and I'm just too old to worry about it as long as there's a computer in the house that works.
As to your b'day question, the most shocking b'day is the one ahead of me in a couple of months. By the way, there is no such thing as "old and wise." I refuse to elaborate on my last sentence, especially the "wise" thing,for fear of self-incrimination.
Osirantinous 
Well, it was actually my birthday last Sunday and I turned 47. Even though my brother is turning 50 this year it's still a shock to me when I realise that my age is creeping up too. I swear it stopped at about 34. These days I really have to calculate where I am on the age scale in questionnaires and it's often a 'holy crap when did that happen?' moment. My brain (mostly) swears I'm 34, sometimes the body thinks it's much older than it really is. But as my brother in law tells me, though I might be 47 now I'm actually in my 48th year. Which means he's about to be in his 51st so nah nah nah.
Congratulations! Each of you received a "Good Things Take Time" MB. 
Additional Comments and Feedback from last moth's Newsletter:
NaNoNette 
I think he got crank called.
Hopefully he was crank called.
Actually, it wasn't. This woman called back another time to ask about the price to have the job done. Unfortunately, there are mental health and Alzheimer's facilities close to the store. They are allowed some time to shop at huge strip centers with many stores. There is an institutional bus that brings them out for these little outings.
tj-Merry Mischief Maker 
Back in the nineties, while attending college, a couple I studied with had purchased a new computer and set it up, only to find it didn't work. They talked to a tech who had them check various things, but when nothing worked, they set up a time to come work on the computer.
It happened that the day scheduled, they had car problems so I gave them a ride and was present while the tech checked the computer. He opened the back of the device and was checking the power supply, but it was dark in the area the computer was set up. He asked if he could use the lamp that was on the desk.
It wasn't plugged in, so he proceeded to plug it into the power supply that also had the computer plugged into it. "You'll have to plug that in over here." My friend told him, "That plugin doesn't work."
The tech plugged the power supply into the indicated outlet and the computer, lamp and all accessories turned right on. I laughed so hard I almost wet myself...
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