I had a job the other day, and when the wardrobe mistress said, “You aren’t wearing a bra?” I said, “No, never do…only recreationally. ”
Then I was sitting in the corner having a snack and a kid who could have been my son, though mine would have been much bettered mannered said, “Did you come here to work or eat.” And I said, “Eat.” (come on, he asked for that)
Not a smile to be had from either of them.
I finally realized it was futile trying to liven things up so I got out my best snarl, who even can’t help but to grin once in a while.
If I didn’t find humor in practically everything, I’d call it a day.
How do these people do without it?
Tooling back from Starbucks there was a man having a fight with his poodle who wanted to go left rather than right.
What made me laugh was their difference in size. He looked like a football player while she could have fit right inside his helmet, and you could tell they’ve had this argument before.
Even a cookie couldn’t dissuade Fido adamant to head towards the park.
A lady was walking by so I said, “Isn’t that cute…how they’re arguing?”
And she said, “At this hour? I’d kill that fucking dog.”