Sometimes I forget that strangers don’t know that I’m being sarcastic.
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon racing after Bean at a nearby park. Once she goes, man, she goes. I started chatting up a mother and father who were there with their daughter who was roughly the same age as Bean. They told me that they, too, were first time parents, and what an adjustment it was, lifestyle-wise.
I replied with my standard “Yeah. Up until now, all I had was a cat. It’s a bit different. I keep trying to teach Sophie to poop in a sandbox, but so far, no success.”
Silence.
Yeeahhh. I was kidding, people.
The conversation moved on to how nice it is to get outside to a park, rather than be shut up in the house watching Baby Einstein DVDs. I agreed, and said “Yeah. I can only watch those things so many times before I start hearing voices.”
Silence. Feet shuffling, throat clearing.
Yarrrrggh! KIDDING, PEOPLE. Seriously.
I've gotten employers upset in the past when they didn't know me well enough yet to recognize sarcasm.
Posted by: John at September 27, 2007 10:24 AMI am seriously laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes- "I keep trying to teach Sophie to poop in a sandbox, but so far, no success." I don't understand how anyone could not die laughing hearing that.
Posted by: Shannon at September 27, 2007 10:07 PMThink of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.
--George Carlin
Hey, there! Your sarcasm is one of your many gifts. Pooh on them for not recognizing such talent.
Posted by: jossalynn at September 28, 2007 10:22 PMIt's hard for me to believe that those people didn't get those jokes. They must be very dim.
Posted by: JennySmith at September 29, 2007 7:15 PMOooh, is JennySmith's comment a slam at your husband?
Posted by: John at October 5, 2007 9:08 AM