Churchgoer:
What instrument are you playing? A sweet potato?
Hubby:
Uh, sweet potato? You mean an ocarina? No, this is a recorder.
Churchgoer:
I like the way it sounds. Do you want to be in my band? We go around and play for people in nursing homes. They don't have good memories. Right now we have a guy that plays the harmonica, a guy that plays the saw, and I play the guitar.
Hubby:
Um, sure.
Perhaps Baby Chuck Norris and I will be the group's first set of groupies (below retirement age)?