Funniest Person in the World

I have never been, what you would call, a comedian.

I don’t remember jokes at all.

I’m too pragmatic for jokes. They just don’t make sense to me as I analyze and dissect them.

However, when I was in my twenties two of my coworkers cornered me.

They were confused.

Beyond confused.

They revealed to me that they thought I was funny.

The funniest person they knew.

I had jokes for days.

But they cornered me because my humour was only through our work messenger.

As they sat at work, they’d just be cracking up over every little thing I was writing, but I was boring as heck when we hung out at lunch time.

They wanted to what my secret was. How was I so serious in person, but a right Daliso Chaponda online.

Well my friends.

Today I graduated.

Today we saw one of our neighbours in the store she was buying “storm chips”.

Her cart was full of potato chips in preparation for Hurricane Fiona. The hurricane that will hit Nova Scotia tomorrow.

Then we saw her again.

And again.

She then confessed that she came to the store with her friend, Debbie Hamilton, but couldn’t find her.

I told her to go to customer service and page her.

As we were leaving the store, I saw my neighbour checking out and talking to a woman.

I put two and two together, and jumped to action.

“Debbie Hamilton!”

I beamed, as if greeting a long lost friend.

“It’s been such a long time.”

“How are you doing?”

I guessed right.

Debbie Hamilton looked at me with utter confusion, frantically trying to place where she knew me from.

Then I bust out laughing, admitting that I had no idea who she was, and that I was her friend’s neighbour.

Trust me. I’m still laughing. 😂