“A word to the wise ain’t necessary – it’s the stupid ones that need the advice.”
A brunette walks into the examination room and says, “Doc, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I hurt all over.” She continued, “Watch”, she touched her shoulder and she said, “Ouch!” She then touched her elbow and said, “Ouch!” The doctor was confused and asked her to touch her knee. Once again the brunette said, “Ouch!” The doctor looked at her and said, “You’re really a blonde, aren’t you?” The lady replied, “Yes, how did you know?”
The doctor said, “You have a broken finger.”
My wife and daughter are both blondes and needless to say, I had to tell them this joke. Now whenever any of us does something stupid, someone else will grab one of your own fingers and touch you with it and sarcastically say, “Ouch.”
We were approaching Marathon and Roxanne asked, “What ocean are we in?”
We started this trip in the Gulf of Mexico, we have been in the Gulf of Mexico our whole sailing lives and after 4 months of cruising, I would like to think my wife would know what ocean we are in. (We all know the Gulf of Mexico is not an ocean, not really the point, stay with us here.)
I was about to grab her finger and do the “ouch” thing, when it dawned on me, I don’t know what ocean we are in.
Roxanne saw my hesitation and said mockingly, “Shouldn’t the captain of the boat know what ocean they are in?”
I searched the depths of my puddle deep brain but I couldn’t for the life of me remember where the dividing line is between the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. Hell, we started this trip in Florida and we are still in Florida, it doesn’t seem right that we would be in a different body of water, but we are.
As it turns out, when you cross under the 7 Mile Bridge in the Florida Keys you cross from the Gulf of Mexico into the Atlantic Ocean. The really should put a sign on that bridge. Maybe one like every state has on their borders, with a cool slogan to go with it of course, “Welcome to the Atlantic Ocean, We Sank the Titanic!”, or something like that.
Roxanne just gave me a smirk with the look of, “You know what you have to do.”
I took my index finger, touched my shoulder and said, “Ouch.” Except it was truly painful, admitting I am wrong always is.