I often try to be funny and sometimes succeed.
It’s disconcerting that some of the biggest laughs that I receive were unintended.

Last night, Pam took me to Macy’s to get my ring finger sized.
(A long story that can be summarized as “I did something stupid”).
The sales clerk had me try size 10 – too big.
The sales clerk had me try size 9 – too small.
In my innocence, I asked if there was such a thing as 9 1/2.
Peals of laughter. You’d’ve thought that Robin Williams was back on cocaine.

“Silly man” seemed to be the implication.

If only I could do this on purpose.