A while back Cousin Lucy, in a comment I accidentally deleted, expressed a kind of apology at having found my description of my experiences with the blood panel and the urine sample hilarious.
I could not be more flattered or honored. When I can—which is far from every entry—I try to be funny. I exaggerate a tiny bit here or there to bring out the comic potential in an incident, word, or action. The humor though is damn dead pan which is true also of my verbal or spoken humor.
For example while getting to know Nephew Stephen’s little Jake when we visited down in San Diego, I asked him if all his toes had growed in yet, since we Tingles have late growing toes, and did he have an extra toe, since we Tingles sometimes grow an extra one and have some shoe fitting problems, consequently. This was all dead pan and the poor boy looked mighty befuddled, and decided to run off when I said I would show him my extra toe if he wanted to see it.
I don’t know where this wise cracking comes from. I did it all though school. I would just let out something and the whole class would laugh, and it would be enough in the ball park that even the teacher didn’t get annoyed.
I still do it. At meetings with my colleagues. Sometimes, I must admit, quite inappropriately. Once our head secretary was present at one of our interminable meetings and giving us the details of our piddling budget for such things as paper, and the copying machine, and envelopes. Turns out over half the budget was for the telephones.
I have this telephone in my office. It’s useless. It doesn’t take messages anymore and I can’t dial outside the area code with it. So I started to get up and said I would go over right then and get my phone and give it to her if that would help with the budget. Cause I didn’t need the damn thing anymore. And everybody laughed. I don’t know why since I was dead serious.
Anyway I get real pleasure out of giving people a laugh even though I don’t know why or how I do it. Humor is a tricky thing.
But if I can get somebody to laugh, I considered it my Boy Scout good deed for the day. There’s a Hebrew word, mitzvah that has come to mean an “act of human kindness.”
For me, giving a laugh or getting one, why it’s a mitzvah.