by Kurtis Zobell

Created on: June 16, 2009

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What kind of a silly question is that for a title anyway?

In my opinion, humor is born of things which prompt joy, laughter, healing.

Like the jerk who noticed I was dragging a grocery bag of bananas underneath my cart. He was so stoned he like what he saw, but realized I was looking at him and simultaneously realizing what was happening when my cart suddenly, and rather dramatically slowed down.

What kinda dunce bag boy puts a bag with a bunch of bananas and glass jars on the very bottom rack, you know, the one where you put really heavy items, like milk, or 2 liter bottles, or a big sack of rice or sugar. You know the one.

I was actually disappointed. Not in the fact he didn't bother to tell me I was dragging and ruining my groceries, but because I wasn't able to capture the moment other than to look like a complete fool myself.

I could have really shocked him, I could have shouted, GREAT, NOW WHAT IS MY PET MONKEY going to eat!?

Then mutter clearly yet audibly, Just my darn luck, my wife is gonna kill me.

On to another subject. My wife's employer just mentioned her sister was in town. She had left a case of Dr. Pepper in the back of her truck. The visiting sister went out, rather late, to get a can of her favorite drink.

Well do I need to tell you the rest? Yep, yes, and si!

The case of soda was gone. Oh I felt so violated, we should call the police.

To which comes the response, Call the police? For What?

Silence. It's not funny anymore, now is it.

Call to report a stole case of soda if it's more important than a missing child, a dog-barking call, a rape, a murder, forgery, etc. The list goes on and on and on.

If you are guilty, come forward. If not, the truth shall set you free. Or so I've heard it said.

Acquiring humor is just like David Letterman's example; and I'm definitely paraphrasing this one:

Bad joke, wrong context or wrong perspective. You be the judge. Dave was right, he admitted his mistake.

My own follies include breaking and continuing to wear the most gawd-awful pair of sunglasses ever, including tape mind you.

Realizing I've worn my farm trousers to the big city. Okay, not so bad you say. Don't worry, it gets better...I had also used duct tape to hold the holes in these pants together for another day or three until I turned them into shorts.

My real problem now is getting rid of my farmers tan. You know, the one on both ends...

And yes, I do spend a little too much time in the sun. Just in case you were wondering...

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