The benefits of dyslexia

Last night I heard the funniest pick-up line ever.

We were sitting with our friends, John and Jane, at a restaurant, when John nudged his wife and said, "Look at her," indicating a woman at a nearby table. I looked too, of course, but didn't see anything particularly noteworthy. His wife looked and said, "Oh, sweetie. You remembered! She's wearing our T-shirt."

Now, I've heard of our song, our restaurant, our favorite beach, and countless other variations, but never our T-shirt. There had to be a story. And there was.

It seems that John and Jane had met countless years ago as tourists abroad. They happened to be staying at the same hotel and had each independently ended up at a casual event being held there for a visiting diplomat. Jane came to the party wearing a Chanel 5 T-shirt. You know... the perfume. Not knowing anyone at the party, John looked around and decided to approach this young woman who had caught his eye. Assuming that the press were covering the event, he went over to her and said, "Do you work for Channel 5?"

She cracked up!

The rest is history.

It was only later that she discovered he was dyslexic. Sometimes, there are some concrete benefits to having a reading disability.