I still, very routinely, at the age of 22, "take things the wrong way." For example, in the last 24 hours, the following funny things have been said and NO ONE but me has laughed:
My boss: "Alex, where is your package?"
A book: "They pitched a tent in the town square."
A customer: "I live at 14 Pucker Road."
Granted, the "package" references can get old, but Pucker Road is a new one for me. What a great place to live. It's probably next to KY Lane and Brown Street. Maybe it runs perpendicular to Stink Avenue.
And as far as "pitching a tent in the town square" goes... well, come on people! Not only did one guy pitch a tent in the town square, a whole Company did! Picture it! Uniformed Army reservists of the early 40s, standing straight-backed and sober-faced in an old-timey town square (one with a cupid fountain in the center). They're lined up neatly, in perfect formation and each one is sportin' wood. Now THAT is funny.
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