Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than being a recipient of a stupid joke. The worst is when someone cracks a bad joke and then expects you to react. Their gaze lingers and they wait for you to laugh. Sometimes I can force out a really fake sounding chuckle but it’s often the best I can do.
At a local clothing store, the guy who works by the dressing room makes such bad jokes that when I see him there, I purchase my clothes without trying them on.
Usually the entire exchange goes like this –
Him: “How many items?”
Him: “Oh, four?”
Customer: “No — three.”
Then when the customer realizes he’s making a joke, he stands there smiling and waiting for the customer to laugh. He’s done this to me at least twice, and I’ve seen him doing the same joke to other customers. It’s very unfortunate.
When I first met Matt, he used to make this awful joke. If I was making Annie’s Mac & Cheese, he’d say, “Does Annie mind that you’re eating her macaroni and cheese?” And he’d stand there waiting for me to react, so I’d have to force out a “hehehehe.” And it happened twice! Awkward! :-)Filed under Uncategorized | Comments (4)