(I am renting a car at the airport.)
GUY: Here’s your paperwork, sir. Now Alicia will show you where to pick up your car...and she may even tell you a joke.
(Alicia is a young, innocent-looking girl with a long ponytail. She smiles.)
ME: Hey, I want to hear a joke.
ALICIA: Okay! Why don’t women wear watches?
ME: Uh...hmmm...I don’t know.
ALICIA: They don’t need them! The oven already has a clock!
ME: (surprised gurgle of laughter)
GUY: Told you she’d tell you a joke.
ME: (pointing at Alicia) She’s a female, right?
GUY: She is, she is.
ALICIA: Hey, it made you laugh!
ME: I think I laughed because you told that joke. I can never tell that joke. I’ve gotten too used to my heart being inside my rib cage.
meh. You could tell that joke; you’d just have to tell it to the right company. I would hope people who know you well would know you don’t actually feel that way and just find the ridiculous humor in that joke. But then, of course I say this because I tell some ridiculous inappropriate jokes myself. I’m just careful who I tell them to.
That is my son’s favorite joke. Well, that one and this one: What is the useless skin around the vagina called? The woman! Mind you he is one boy in a sea of women. So you totally could tell that joke, especially if you are blond, cute, and adorably boyish. Check, check, and check. Right?
Hahahahahahaha. She was probably waiting all day for the perfect opportunity to tell that joke to a customer! I’m sure you made her day.
My husband tells that one too!