I was in the waiting room of a therapist yesterday, waiting for someone, when a car’s engine began to rev and continued to do so louder and louder. The car was right outside the window where I was sitting, oh, maybe all of 10 feet away and it filled the room. I looked at another person waiting and remarked that “maybe we’re being abducted, although I always thought it would be a quiet, zapping sort of thing.”
He looked at me and, after a split-second, smiled politely. I didn’t say anything more.
Later, a lady came out and told him the therapist wanted to see him now. She sat down and she started a conversation during which she revealed she and her husband were there for marriage counseling. Among other things, she mentioned he had no free-flowing sense of humor. None.
I couldn’t help referring to the revving engine abduction remark and she grinned and said, “Welcome to my world.”
We met a couple from Michigan on our last dive trip and really enjoyed them but he had no sense of humor. His wife told us about it and warned us that he would not get any humor references or understand sarcasm. He had been a police officer and was shot in the head years ago and the bullet destroyed the part of his brain that understood humor. She said it was the most difficult part of his injury to come to terms with because he was a very funny fellow before it happened. I can’t imagine life without humor. I would definitely be humorless.