My late father, while one who possessed the biggest heart and personified compassion, was not known for his gut-busting sense of humor or a proclivity to outbursts of uncontrolled laughing. That's simply not how he did things. I do recall a few times when I saw him laughing hard - whenever he watched "It's A Mad Mad Mad World," "The Jeffersons," or when I thought he might bust his spleen wide open watching Felix Unger act as his own counsel in an episode of "The Odd Couple." I thought of my dad earlier this week as I had a flashback to the opening credits of "The Odd Couple," specifically this scene:
You had to admire her chuztpah. The city has been her home all her life, and she wasn't going to let a ruddy street stand in her way. She made me laugh. The encounter made my colleagues laugh as well and thus began an evening of good-natured teasing about the 'cougar' who had made me her prey. Thus is the British sense of humour.
I'm glad she asked me to help her. It only took a minute or two to do her that little favor. I like to think that as I do those things that some one will do the same for my mother or any one else's mother. It would serve me well to do more of those little things for others. Heck, if we all took just a minute or two to do something nice for others, and not to get all Pollyanna-ish here, wouldn't this world be a little bit better?