My co-worker made a Mexican joke the last week when I said my daughter was a good swimmer, and he said something about the Rio Grande and how she'd be fast at getting across it. Since I get along with him, and it was meant light-heartedly (he insults everyone, he isn't racist against any one group), I laughed along with it. He went home, and told his wife, and he said she laughed about it but said, "Stoney, that ISN'T right! You could get into trouble doing that!!" I got sick, and was off the rest of the week with a respiratory infection. I come back Monday, and he said, "I didn't offend you with that joke about the river and your daughter, did I?" I honestly didn't remember. But then I told him I wasn't bothered, I can tell the difference between a joke for laughs and a mean joke. So it dropped.
Today, we were discussing another guy we work with (let's call him Al), and how he has a tendency to tell big lies. This guy once bragged he has a time share in Florida and he only has to pay a hundred dollars a month, and he can stay there for as long as he wants, if he wanted to stay there a year he could. I asked him, "Well, why are you paying 400 for rent up here when you cold live right on the beach and get a job down there?" The guy had to do a verbal backpedal and try to make an excuse why he couldn't, but you get the picture.
And then the topic moved onto coyotes actually coming into Carmel, IL, eating up the stray dogs and cats. And I said, "My sister says coyotes run in Detroit too!" And then Stoney said, "Okay, Al". They laughed. And then Stoney said, "Please hand me a paper clip so I don't have to walk around the desk for it." I said, "I dunno, you called me Al. Them's fightin' words." He replied, "I gotta tell my wife this. You don't get mad at a Mexican joke, but don't liked being called Al! Wow!"
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
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