In my previous entry I talked about my Devil Spew Addiction joke. My latest joke is about my driver license teacher.
I have convinced my parents that he carries with him a car toilet. For himself. It's called Thermo Toilet (from the word thermos). And you can use it on the car seat. He told me he needed to use it sometimes, because of some problem he had.
None of this is true. And I dont know if there is something called Thermo Toilet. But the joke have been upgraded several times, it's become a big discussion and my mother have had talkfests with all her girlfriends about the subject. My dad thinks the guy might have cancer and that that's the reason for the Thermo Toilet. What cancer and frequent toilet use have in common is beyond me though. But now I simply dont find the opportunity, to tell them that it was just a joke. It's grown ahead of me. The joke now lives it's own life.
I even think my dad lied about it one day. He came and told us that my driver license teacher, in conversation with him, told my dad that he had some kind of stomach problem. And having had longer conversations with my teacher, than my dad have had with him, I know for a fact that he doesn't have a stomach problem. None that he would find the time to tell my dad about, in the short period of time where he have met him and said hello.
Why would your dad lie about something like that, you might ask. First of all, because he often doesn't pay attention to what people say. A bee is often a fly to my dad. A car accident that my teacher was in, became a stomach problem to my dad. Unconsciously he became an important piece in my joke upgrade. As he have often been before. It would upset my dad greatly, if he knew that he was an innocent tool for my evil joke addiction.
The other day my Thermo Toilet joke had another steady upgrade. I came home and told my parents, that my teacher took a break and sat on the toilet in the other car. My dad who has a lot of respect for teachers, having been one himself, would not want anyone to laugh about it or talk about it. He would say; "He can come sit on his toilet in my car! He's a good guy! A fine teacher! And he's sick and needs a car toilet, so what!? It's natural!" Because if my dad finds in himself to respect someone, anything that person does is completely normal.
This monday I will go for my driver license test. So wish me good luck. I feel a bit sad though, because now I won't have the chance to do any more upgrades, on my wonderful Thermo Toilet joke.
