Murphy’s Law @ Lagniappe’s Lair reminded me (inadvertently) of two things:
1. While this is Guffaw in AZ, we’ve not had guffaw fodder in a while. And we (I) need to.
(Visit the link, above), and,
2. A long-forgotten episode at TMCCC*.
I worked with a number of folks who survived the drudgery of credit card investigation life through humor. Silly jokes, costumes, general intentional stupidity. Non sequiturs. Attempts at mirth. Insanity.
There was a new guy on board. Seemed relatively quiet, kept to himself, did his job. Mike something.
Mike and I got along, but save a couple innocuous conversations about home life (he had a wife and infant child) we hadn’t spoken much. But one of the rabblerousers caught his attention, and planted a seed.
So, one day we were standing together, adjacent to one another, awaiting some pointless management pronouncement when he turned to me and said:
“I’ve always loved you!”
To which I responded (to him and a waiting audience, breathlessly awaiting my reaction):
“I hate Illinois Nazis!”
And then we went back to work as if nothing happened, while our secret audience went into hysterics.
If you don’t get it, go to the link, above!
*for the uninitiated, That Major Credit Card Company, from which I medically-retired a few years back.