Sad that I have to bring this up - again. Seems the last time I talked about the 1st Amendment, someone got offended.
...and left a mean comment.
Eh, I'm not going to get bogged down with other people's baggage. What is funny, though, is the notion that people think they're tolerant of things but aren't. Really, really aren't.
I mean, most people will say they are tolerant of things other people say and leave well enough alone. But most people (I'm looking at the politically left-leaners) are most always looking for ways to be offended.
Take, for example the situation I was in the other day. So, I met up with this guy waiting for his wife at a local department store and as I'm wont to do, I start telling him a joke. It was funny but not overly so. In fact, here it is:
A guy is out working on his car and is accosted one morning by his female neighbor.
Neighbor says, "My husband has been unfaithful."
"What happened?" says the guy.
Neighbor says, "yesterday I was running late for work. I was running all around trying to get ready. My hair was a mess, couldn't get my make-up done, didn't eat breakfast and my husband was no help and kept getting in the way.
I finally got in the car, started it up and took off down the street like a bat out of hell. Just before I got to the first intersection, my car sputtered and died right in the middle of the street.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!
I got out and had to walk back to the house in my heels. I hadn't been gone but 10 minutes. When got walked in my house I heard giggling sounds coming from our upstairs master bedroom.
Bursting in the bedroom, I saw my husband naked and in the arms of the neighbor's teenage daughter!"
Exasperated, Neighbor exclaims, "What am I going to do?!"
Guy thinks for a moment and says, "A sputtering engine that stops after a short drive often indicates a fuel or ignition problem. A few things come to mind like a failing ignition coil - which can prevent the spark plugs from firing correctly. You might also want a mechanic have a look at your fuel filter or even the fuel pump as those could lead to sputtering and stalling, especially at high speeds."
In the middle of the joke, a lady walks by, stops, listens intently and announces that I offended her and she stomped off.
Guy and I bust up laughing more at lady than the joke (which was funny) and we couldn't stop.
Funnier still was the group that stepped up. One lady in said group started lecturing us on how childish we were laughing at the uptight lady who couldn't laugh at a joke. Second lady also left in a huff with husband in tow (who was smirking but knew better than to laugh out loud. Sad, that).
Anyway, the joke was classic, I made a friend, we ticked off two Karens, and were labeled as childish.
Sounds like the end of another perfect day.
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