As a youngster growing up with an older aunt and uncle, it sometimes got a little goofy around the house with absolutely no intention of causing such. One night my aunt got up to use the rest room in the tiny bath just off their bedroom. It was the middle of the night and not wanting to wake my uncle, my aunt left the lights turned off and felt her way to the bathroom.
As she prepared to turn to “take a seat,” she felt something beneath her. She jumped up and not saying a word, began feeling the top of a balding head. In a loud stage whisper, she hissed to her husband in the direction of the bedroom: “Gordon, Gordon! Wake up! There is someone in the bathroom.”
My uncle, always being dry-witted, simply said, “Yes, Grace. I know. It’s me.”
