Mom tells me many a story about Dad, but I found this one particularly funny.
He came in the house one day mumbling something about a bucket. And she says, "What?" He says, "I need to get a bucket of lyme. I need to put that on my bucket list."
She says, "Oh." And let it go. For a second or two.
Then she says, "Wait, bucket list? You need to put a bucket of lyme on your bucket list?"
He says, "Yeah, that's what I said."
Still trying to process what she heard, and what he must be thinking, she says, "Do you know what a bucket list is?"
He waits a moment and says, "I guess not."
Then she proceeds to tell him what a bucket list is.
He apparently took the term a bit too literally.