April 11, 2010
Sometimes things just strike me as remarkably funny, and I cannot explain why they make me laugh.
Pretty soon they’re going to be telling us that people evolved from cats.
I am sorry if you did not laugh. I recognize that sometimes my humor does not translate. Like the time my co-worker was wondering why her desk had a small, cubby space in it, enclosed by a small, swinging door.
“It is not useful space,” she said.
I told her, “It is where the puppies are kept.”
And I still laugh out loud about that moment.
You do not need to tell me. I know it is not really funny.