New Game Show for the Elderly

[mshultz]

Originally Posted by oddstray

This is an old game I learned as a youngster in the Scouts. I think it was called "telegraph". You'd whisper a message to the person next to you, and they'd in turn whisper it to the person on their other side. When it made its way back to you, we all had a good laugh at how mangled the message had become.

I remember playing that game as a child. Being a well-read child, I had already heard of it. Kid whispers something to me. What? He whispers again. What? He whispers again. I pass on what I thought he said. Then there was a vicious twist to the game when the instructor decided to see just where the message had gotten mangled. It turned out to be me.


I have never been good at hearing in noisy environments, and this has not improved with age.


Many years ago, I was waiting to cross a street in Cleveland. There was a cute, petite blonde standing next to me. I heard her whisper something. I was about to say What?, but fortunately, the little tape recorder in my head replayed her speech, and I was then able to understand it. She was propositioning the cars as they drove by.

[Lillie767]

It would be funny and not necessarily for old folks.

My DH and I had exchanges like that for forty years. But we didn't know it was a game. Would have been much more fun than:

Me: Your sister is coming.
DH: Should we go into the basement.
Me: What are you talking about???
DH: You said a twister was coming and I wanted us to be safe.
Me: No, I said your SISTER is coming, not a twister.
DH: You should speak more clearly.


This was an actual conversation we had. Now he's gone and I can only smile at the memory.

[jamary1]

I saw a t-shirt that said:

My wife says I never listen to her.
At least, I think that's what she said.

[DanceswithBeagles]

Originally Posted by Lillie767

It would be funny and not necessarily for old folks.

My DH and I had exchanges like that for forty years. But we didn't know it was a game. Would have been much more fun than:

Me: Your sister is coming.
DH: Should we go into the basement.
Me: What are you talking about???
DH: You said a twister was coming and I wanted us to be safe.
Me: No, I said your SISTER is coming, not a twister.
DH: You should speak more clearly.


This was an actual conversation we had. Now he's gone and I can only smile at the memory.

We have exchanges like this nearly every day.