"Dear Happy Guy,"I just don't understand men. Last night I was sitting at
kitchen table, when my husband wandered by with a glass in his hand.
"I asked him, 'Is that a triple-coconut-cream-of-pickle-juice spritzer with a dash of chili powder you're drinking?' He says, 'Sure. What else?' It looked so yummy, that I just had to have a taste. 'Put it down here on
table for me, please,' I asked.
"Want to know what he did next? He emptied his glass on
table. Right there in front of me. It went flowing all over me and all over
chair and all over
floor. Yeach! What a mess. What on earth was he thinking?"
Signed, Soaking Lady, 42 Bouncing Canyon Lane
I get strange letters all
time. Everybody wants to be happy, and they all think The Happy Guy can solve their problems. Here's another letter I received just today:
"Hey Happy Guy,
"Can you explain women to me? You just can't please 'em.
"Take last night for example. There I was minding my own business, sipping on a juicy glass of triple-coconut-cream-of-pickle-juice spritzer with a dash of chili powder, when my wife asks me to pour it on
table. I mean, is that a crazy request or what?
"But wait. It gets worse. Even though it means sacrificing
triple-coconut-cream-of-pickle-juice spritzer with a dash of chili powder I love so much, I pour it on
table for her. So what does she do? She blows up. She shouts and screams and yells all sorts of four letter words ... each with at least ten letters.
"Can you help me understand women?."
Signed, Thirsty Man, 42 Bouncing Canyon Lane
Sa-ay. These two letters are from
same address. Go figure.