Jack and the Broomstick
Last week while I was looking for my broom to sweep the front porch, my neighbor Jack called across the street to ask what I was doing. I responded that I had misplaced my broom.
He asked it I was going for a ride.
It took me a minute and then I laughed and waved.
What I should’ve said was, “I was out late last night, and I forgot where I parked it.”