Most of us know better than to laugh at others’ misfortunes. It’s not nice. As a humourist, I do my best to follow that code. I try to refrain from openly commenting about something I see involving someone less fortunate, whether related to physical ability, intelligence or appearance. Besides, I have often been on the other end so I understand the sting.
Nevertheless, I am not perfect. Situations do arise when squelching an outburst is a challenge. Times when you wish there was a valve that could be turned so far to the right (righty tighty, lefty loosey) that there is no chance of leakage and definitely no opportunity to burst.
When events like this happen, they are usually memorable because it’s often the incongruent qualities of a given situation that bring out the humour.
Recently, my friend and I went to the opening of a new accessory store. It was the place to be with every trendsetter in town checking it out.
Immediately I knew there was no footwear on the shelves long enough to cover my feet, so I chose to wait by the entrance and people-watch.
I glanced from shopper to shopper, eavesdropping on their excited chatter. As I marvelled at the steady stream of eager bargain hunters, I noticed the security guard on duty by the doors.
He looked regal sitting there surveying the parade of people in his sight. He was clearly a senior and a far contrast from the typical uniformed staff you might see ‘on duty to protect’. Adding to the oddity, there was a cane leaning up against his leg. Curious, I continued to watch him and noticed that he did not move without gripping the cane, not so much as a weapon but for support.
All I could think was, fat chance he’d be any threat to a fleeing shoplifter. Smiling, I created a cartoon in my head and envisioned myself dashing by, with him in pursuit. And as I fled, I’d turn back and taunt him “nan, nanny boo-boo. You can’t catch me.”
Although I may not be the quickest on my feet, I’m confident I could have certainly outrun the cane ~!!~
