Friday, 20 October, 2000

A Joke

It's odd the things that our brains retain.  I can remember my friends' phone numbers from 30 years ago, but I never could remember my Dad's birth date.  My short term memory has similar blank spots.  If Debra tells me her schedule for the week, I'd better write it down lest I forget it all before I get to the office.  But if I hear or read a joke, I'll remember it forever.  Must be some kind of conditioned response from when I was growing up.

I don't claim to understand humor, but my sense of it is considered weird by many people.  For example, I heard this joke today:

Two eggs, a piece of bacon, and a glass of juice walk into a bar and sit down.  The bartender comes over and says "Sorry, we don't serve breakfast."

I couldn't stop laughing.  I've tried to explain why I find that particular joke funny, but I can't.  I don't understand it myself.