Coconuts

I was out garage sale-ing (it sounds good as a verb but does not read well) with Pap and the Girlfriend in rural Pennsylvania. I found a nice camping kit with a small pan, mug and silverware in one compact package. An ideal addition to any expedition.

I go to pay the woman and she says, “Oh, I got that when I was Girl Scout.”

A woman browsing overheard and said, “I had one just like that from Girl Scouts.”

I said, “I had one like this too but I lost it.”

The woman selling didn’t even bat an eye but the woman next to me laughs and says, “Oh, you weren’t a Girl Scout.”

“I’d be there yet if I didn’t go out for the swim team.”

Thank you Groucho Marx, dispenser of all that is good.