Smile Sharing

When I was a teenager, my dad took me, my friend Dave, and my brothers to a Dodger game. The regular catcher, Mike Scioscia, was not playing that day. In his place was a man with a funny name: Jack Fimple.

Just a few minutes later Dad posed a question. He said, “What did the Dodgers trainer say to the back-up catcher when asked about a patch of acne?”

Not only did we not have a clue, but we didn’t know how Dad had learned of a private medical discussion. We shrugged our shoulders.

Dad said with a grin, “Simple Fimple, it's a pimple.”

Thought I’d share a smile, courtesy of Dad.