Joke

My husband and I had been married for about a year when my brother-in-law, a career Navy man, stationed in Guam at the time, called to tell us that he was marrying a Chinese- Malaysian girl he met there.

My mother-in-law flew to Guam for the wedding, and on her return all she could talk about was how sweet and refined the girl was and how careful we had to be when they came home for Christmas not to offend her sensibilities. She was really worried about me, I think, because she hadn't yet quite come to grips with the fact that I hung out of helicopters with a camera and traveled with an all male camera crew for a living.

When they arrived for Christmas my mother-in-law had a large reception for them and everything went well until she ask her new daughter in-law how their trip to the states went. Well, this lovely soft spoken girl, with the face of an angel, launched into a story, in the finest navy language, with a broken accent, I have ever heard. "Dat som-o-beech he fart on plane, it smell sooo' bad all people have to move, den dat mudder-fucker he jus' sit there an' laugh. I tell him, I keeck his ass but I afraid I get sheet on my shoe!"

My poor mother-in-law turned white, then red, and every else tried to stifle giggles or act as if they didn't hear it. Of course I, being devoid of any social graces, just roared and hugged my new sister-in-law, while assuring her the gas problem ran in the family.

We have been great friends ever since, and my sweet mother-in- law has finally gotten over the shock of it all.