The other day, I took my daughter to Borders because she wanted to purchase a few books for summer reading. Of course, it's always nice when your child not only can read, but actually enjoys reading. So off we went.
Within short order, my daughter was ready to check out. You have to love a kid who knows what she wants. As we were standing in line waiting for a register to open up, a man, about 50 years old and taller than I, stepped in front of me (that's called butting in line), and approached the register. As I assessed the situation and wondered if I should say, "hey, no butting," he merely asked the cashier a question. "Excuse me, but where is the humor section?"
If you know me at all, then you know that there was no way I could let that slide without making a comment, so I said: "Mister, that's not funny."
The man turned to me with an angry look and asked: "What did you say?" As I and everyone else in line, including my daughter and the cashier, rolled our eyes, I replied: "I said, Mister, that's not funny. It was a joke. You asked where the HUMOR section was; I said, that's not funny. Get it?"
He sneered at me and walked away. Naturally, I had something to add for the benefit of everyone within earshot. "I am so happy that this guy is looking for the humor section. He obviously is drastically in need of a sense of humor."
And that's Sid Stein's two cents on a sense of humor!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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