I just don’t get people that don’t have a sense of humor. I feel sorry for them. For example, years ago, at work, a girl was passing around one of those football pools — you know, the ones where everyone puts up a buck and you win based on the quarter scores. I hadn’t been having much luck over the past weeks, so I said that I probably should decline this time, that I’ll have more of a chance of winning if I just don’t play this week. With all the seriousness she could muster — I mean, heck, she was charged with the monumental task of circulating the football board — she turned, looked at me, and said, “Oh, no, you can’t win if you don’t buy a square.” No shit, Sherlock.
Funny doesn’t have to be pie-in-your-face (which, for the record, is not funny). There’s stuff on tv that is supposed to be funny that isn’t. We made fun of stuff that people intended to be humorous but didn’t come close. Hmmm. That’s what made it funny, perhaps. (Ever see a word repeated so many times that it starts to look, well, funny? That’s what’s happening to “funny” in this paragraph. Again, I digress. . .)
Have a great weekend!