Puns are still the lowest form of humor.
June 7th, 2005 | by Scott Jennings |It’s strict personal policy around here not to blog about work, since that got me reprimanded one time and probably contributed to my dismissal at the end of that nightmare of a tenure at that particular major undisclosed consulting firm. But they had no sense of humor.
I don’t know why I’m hellbent on making this one guy I work with believe I’m crazy, but I totally seem to be. One day, he was walking around the open area outside my office mindlessly tossing a baseball from hand to hand while he waited for a printout. The ball slipped from his fingers and hit the ground, and I started laughing. Uproariously. Obnoxiously. The laugh of a crazy person. In between these convulsions, I spat out, “you really dropped the ball on that one!”
Just now, same thing. Identified and confirmed coworker Pete O’Bryan was there as well, as I began laughing just on sight of this baseball. The unidentified coworker obliged me by intentionally dropping the ball, and I cheered and laughed and cackled like the idiot I wanted to play.
Felt good, all that forced laughter. Thing about it is, forced laughter is hilarious. Then it turns into real laughter, then it can’t stop, then I look up and everyone’s gone.
