In the office landscape most people think they're funny or say funny things. Most of those people are deluded about their comedic skill set. Me? I say the odd amusing thing but mostly it's a result on an inadvertent Mikey Moment.
When a co-worker cracks a funny the polite thing to do is kind of chortle. You know ... faux laughter. It's expected.
Today I was chatting with an over the partition co-worker M. She travels a lot for work, as does her husband. She was saying how he'd picked her up from the airport, not having seen each other for weeks, and were driving home when he got a call to go to the airport and get the first plane south to assist with his org's efforts re fire aftermath.
Me - 'Far out, that sucks. They should have conjugal cubicles at the Qantas lounge.'
M - 'What, and join the hundred metre club?'
Now the unit of measurement pegged at a 100 is a little weird but for an off the cuff witticism to the cubicle thing, it was pure west.
Full credit to M. She scored a full Mikey belly bellow.