Carly called me after she got back from lunch today and we had the following conversation:
“I need to ask you if something is funny,” Carly said.
“Brnfh?” I asked (I was eating popcorn).
“Well,” Carly continued, “I saw something on my way back from lunch and I don’t know if it’s funny or not.”
“I’m sure I’ll think it’s funny but you really can’t go by me.” I said, “I pretty much think everything is funny.”
“That’s why I called you,” she said.
“What did you see?” I asked.
“I saw a Federal Express truck in front of a funeral home.”
I had to agree that it was pretty damn funny. I said, “Yep. That’s funny alright.”
Carly said, “I mean, what were they delivering?”
“Or picking up,” I added.
“Could someone not afford the usual mode of transport or what?” Carly asked.
I snickered and said, “Yeah, it’s probably a pretty narrow spectrum of funny, but it’s funny.”
“That’s what I thought, too. Bye.”
Five minutes of my day well spent.