In which Karma gets a good laugh
I was only a few hours old when I had my first run in with karma. I was supposed to be born in my small town . The year was 1967 it was December and I was not due for a few more weeks so on Dec. 23rd my parents decided to run to the next town over for a bit of last minute Christmas shopping. But as Karma would have it my mom went into to labor while shopping.
There was no fathers allowed in the delivery room back then, no cutting of the cord by dear old dad. Pretty much what you saw on the old t.v. shows were true dads pacing, smoking , napping waiting for the arrival of their bundle of joy.
So dad waited, and waited finally a nurse came and told dad his bundle of joy had arrived. Dad follows the nurse were she goes behind a large glass window know as the nursery. Nurse smiles at dad he smiles back in her arms is a beautiful bundle of joy , a dark, curly haired babe dad smiled , nurse smiled. Then a different look came over dads face a questioning , puzzled look. Is this? Could it be? What is going on? Nurse looked down at the bundle in her arms. OH MY! The nurse thought for the bundle in her arms was a African-American babe. Nurse looked startled this is the wrong babe but where is the right one.
Nurse thought quickly. Placed babe in her arms back in the bassinet , smiled at the bleary eyed dad standing on the other side of the window. This one she thought as she looked down at a sleeping babe ? No, too blond, maybe this one she ponder as she gazed down at a crying babe. What did the man say his name was? Ah she thinks here this one , she is a dark haired babe with hair almost matching that of the puzzled dad on the other side of the window. She scoops up the babe composes herself turns and hold up the bundle , the dad on the other side of the window looks greatly relived. Its a girl the nurse mouths , and this I am sure is yours.
Touche' Karma Touche'
There was no fathers allowed in the delivery room back then, no cutting of the cord by dear old dad. Pretty much what you saw on the old t.v. shows were true dads pacing, smoking , napping waiting for the arrival of their bundle of joy.
So dad waited, and waited finally a nurse came and told dad his bundle of joy had arrived. Dad follows the nurse were she goes behind a large glass window know as the nursery. Nurse smiles at dad he smiles back in her arms is a beautiful bundle of joy , a dark, curly haired babe dad smiled , nurse smiled. Then a different look came over dads face a questioning , puzzled look. Is this? Could it be? What is going on? Nurse looked down at the bundle in her arms. OH MY! The nurse thought for the bundle in her arms was a African-American babe. Nurse looked startled this is the wrong babe but where is the right one.
Nurse thought quickly. Placed babe in her arms back in the bassinet , smiled at the bleary eyed dad standing on the other side of the window. This one she thought as she looked down at a sleeping babe ? No, too blond, maybe this one she ponder as she gazed down at a crying babe. What did the man say his name was? Ah she thinks here this one , she is a dark haired babe with hair almost matching that of the puzzled dad on the other side of the window. She scoops up the babe composes herself turns and hold up the bundle , the dad on the other side of the window looks greatly relived. Its a girl the nurse mouths , and this I am sure is yours.
Touche' Karma Touche'
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