Once when I was in a store that validated parking for the parking garage, I handed the clerk my ticket and asked, “Can you validate me?” He replied, “You’re a very nice person.” I gave him a round of applause.
When I was a young teenager, my mom was in college and one night at dinner was complaining about how she had to interpret a particular poem for class and she didn’t really understand it. The poem was “Ode to a Grecian Urn.” My ten-year-old brother asked innocently, “What’s a Grecian Urn?” and my father immediately yelled “ABOUT FIVE BUCKS AN HOUR!” Then he laughed and laughed – he said, “Son, that’s the world’s oldest joke and I’ve been waiting for YEARS to use it! You’re the world’s best straight man!” Dad still chuckles about it.
Oh, and one for myself: When I was a prep cook with a bunch of guys, one day they were discussing women’s breasts (“tits,” actually) just to get a rise out of me (the only girl) and it wasn’t working, so finally one just turned to me and asked, “Jodi, how do you feel about tits?” I said, “Well, I’m very attached to mine.”
A rare, spur-of-the-moment set-up, lemme tell ya. I hope I have “I’m here to see my sister” engraved on my tombstone. (Which should bring its own set of chuckles.)
I missed my opportunity to use this line in an earlier Harry Potter thread and I don’t think I’ll ever another chance. Someone asked what the differences between the “adult” Harry Potter novels and the normal ones.
My answer:
“You do know why the fandom calls Ron, Harry and Hermione the trio, right?”
And if you want to be really gross, you can make some crack about them being called the Golden Trio…
One of my ex-coworkers graduated with a degree in aeronautical engineering which included studying rockets, on an almost daily basis I would hear him declare:
“its not rocket science… and I should know mwahahaha”
An amputee mate of mine told me this and swears its true .
While fighting in the Falklands war he got his leg blown off(that at least I know to be true)
as he was lieing there screaming “I’ve lost my leg,I’ve lost my leg!” his mate turned round and said"no you haven’t ,its over there "
You could look on this as airborne,graveyard humour I suppose,or it could be an extreme way to reassure a frightened casuality.
He: “What’s your poison?”
Me: “Coke, please.”
He: “No, your poison.”
Me: “Coke’s poisonous.”
He: “Aw, I wanted to get you drunk.”
Me: “You don’t HAVE to get me drunk, honey.”
I was buying a rubber chicken for the ceremony to lift the curse on a secretary we liked (every travel arrangement she made resulted in minor disasters for the employee travelling: hurricanes in New-Jersey, snow storm in Dallas, airport power outages, travel agency mix-ups, etc) I walk up to the till, and say, with a sincere, concerned tone:
“Ï wish to complain about this rubber chicken. He’s dead…”
The girl was game enough, alright: she apologised and said they had to kill them when they put them in those plastic bags.
But I guess she was too young for Monty Python, and a chance for a moment of greatness was lost…
I have no idea if this was quick-wittedness or years in the making. I was in a car with a few friends, all of whom happened to be gay, and the driver was trying to figure out how to get to our destination. I was the only one who kind of knew the area, so I was yelling directions from the back seat.
Driver: “Intersection. Right, left?”
Me: “Go straight.”
Passenger: “I can’t honey. God knows we’ve all tried.”
I cracked a friend up with the line, “One-hundred and two uses!” back when I was in high school. Haven’t found a good opportunity for that one since then.