Not So Camouflaged Humour
Greetings from Wichita, Kansas! In our social group, we often repeat lines from movies and TV Shows. Lines from The Office, Seinfeld, Office Space, Super Bad, and a little bit of The Flight of the Conchords all make it into circulation. The references are pretty fun and they don’t really get old. Tonight I have two tales of repetitive humour that doesn’t age as well.
In high school, my friend Jeremy decided to have a yard sale. After posting a series of signs around his neighborhood, it started to rain so he had to move everything to the garage. Parked in the garage was some classic, restored car that belonged to Jeremy’s father. I can’t remember the make. Anyway, throughout the day, Jeremy said a number of shoppers would come in and scope out the inventory and then make a joke, “How much for the [car]? Heh heh heh.”
Jeremy reported that each comedian seemed rather pleased with his joke and had no idea that many, many others said the exact same thing earlier in the day.
And now I have a contemporary memory! A couple of weeks ago, I used a Gap gift card to buy myself a pair of camouflaged pants. This increases my already formidable inventory of drab green garments. I am quite pleased with them and the ratio of the frequency I’ve worn them versus the frequency I’ve washed them may be disturbing to some readers. So moving on…
Almost instantly, Sean starting cracking jokes. Stuff like, “Where are your legs? I can’t see your legs.” I figured it was Sean being Sean.
This past weekend, I went to Charlotte, North Carolina to visit friends and watch the LSU-VT slaughter. There, a friend a whole 2 1/2 hours away, made a similiar comment about my pants.
So Monday, I fly to Wichita. I’m 1000 miles away from home now. I walk into the hotel and run into a colleague from Texas who promptly announces, “Vicky, I can only see you from the waist up!”
Apparently, camouflage pants are amusing nation-wide. If you feel this is a tidbit of wit you’d like to utter, never fear. I remain undeterred! I expect to wear the pants frequently this fall. If our paths cross, you’ll get your chance.
That is, if you can see me!