Comedy of the Absurd

Every once in a while, I wish we had a little tape recorder going in our lives because there would be some serious material there for a play or sit-com. Last night was one of those nights.

Brad was supposed to have to work late, so Evan was going to tag along to ballet. It turns out Brad got home early, but Evan still wanted to go watch Sissy, so all four of us headed out to ballet. Daddy decided we all should go out to dinner afterwards (long story), so out we went. I was braced for a mess since it was a bit late for dinner, but we ended up having a great time.

On the way home, just after we passed the fire station, I noticed our local co-op grocer had made what used to be an exit only an entrance only . The resulting hilarity ensued:

Issa: "Fire trucks, Evan!"

Me: "They made the exit only an entrance only. That makes a lot more sense."

Evan: "Where?!"

Me: "At the fire station. We just passed them."

Issa: "Oh no! No more of my favorite nuts!"

Me: "What are you talking about?"

Evan: "Fire truck in the sky?"

Issa: "If we can't go in Weaver Street anymore we can't get my favorite nuts."

Me: "Buddy, there are no fire trucks the sky. Issa, it will be easier to get nuts now."

Brad: "Technically, fire planes and fire helicopters are fire trucks in the sky."

Issa: "But they added an entrance."

Me: "Seriously. You want to add fire planes to this mix. Issa, entrance means a door in. We now have two ways to get in to Weaver Street. It's a good thing."

Evan: "Fire truck in the sky?"

(By now, Brad is laughing hysterically.)

Issa: "So we can still get my favorite nuts? Evan, there are no fire trucks in the sky tonight. It's cloudy."

Me: "Yes. We can't see anything in the sky tonight?"

Evan: "Fire truck in the sky?"

Issa: "No nothing."

Me: "Well, technically that would be everything."

Brad: "Seriously, you want to bring double negatives into this."

Me: "Does it matter at this point. This is a ridiculous conversation."

Evan: "Fire truck in the sky!"

Issa: "Fire truck in the sky!"

Brad: "Fire truck under water."

Me: "By definition, you wouldn't need a fire truck under water."

Evan: "Underpants?"

You can imagine the laughter that ensued at this point. Somehow, in the ten minute drive home, we went from a simple observation that a store added an entrance from the main drag to underpants. That is comedy of the absurd...and our life.