I Got A Million Of ‘Em

I’m posting this from my iPod Touch because I’m a bit lazy tonight. That said, text spacing and word count appear to be much different and significantly more than on a browser so if ya don’t like it, sue me–you won’t get much anyhow.

While out for a family bike ride the other evening, I had said something to Ann that I thought was gangbusters; a real knee-slapper. In fact it was so damn funny that by the next day I had completely forgotten what it was I said. But all I remember was that I got a good chuckle out of it, and that’s all that mattered to my fragile little ego (ha!).

Well, yesterday I remembered. Here we go, and get the drumroll ready.

We rode over to the local–*cringe*–JoAnn store so Ann could pick up something she needed for one of her craps crafts. As we parked the bikes, The Kid had noticed that the retail space next to it was empty, so he asked me if I knew what used to be there. He’s a curious little guy.

“I don’t know, Kid,” I said. Ann intervened.

“That used to be my friend’s exercise store. He sold fitness equipment and nutritional stuff,” she said.

Here comes the comedy.

“Well, then, I guess it didn’t work out!” I said as I slapped my knee, as if it was the funniest thing I ever heard. “See what I did there? Workout? Work out?”

Ahem. See, people, wit is all about timing or as it was defined in an episode of The Simpsons, it is an incisive observation, humorously phrased, and delivered with impeccable timing.

And just so you know, his business didn’t suffer the fate of so many others these days. He actually moved to a larger space, so kudos to him for his successful business venture and for not making me seem like a complete jerk.

Partial, yes. But complete? No.

Maybe…