Finding Humor
where it hides under the bed with Creativity
I was discussing employment choices with a young cashier today at Trader Joe’s. They were extolling the virtues of working for a laid back, happy-go-lucky place like Trader Joe’s. I asked what previous job had been. They responded that they’d been a cardiac thoracic surgical aide. We joked that the new role was more relaxed and fun. I then jibed that it was also less likely to result in fewer deaths during a shift.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said, without missing a beat: “That’s dark.”
I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.
Humor is where we find it.
Sometimes it is under the couch with the cat toys and dust bunnies.
Occasionally it is outside being carried across the sky by a raven.
Today it is a T-Rex going to an Easter egg hunt with other dinos.
Humor is blood brother to Creativity. Complaints of writer’s block or creative drought? I prescribe high doses of laxatives made from equal parts castor oil and candy sprinkles. If it’s gonna be shit, let there be multi-colored shit!
