Ah, Ben – you
have to give the man credit for never giving up… although that’s par for the
course for punsters.
Today he
happily told me of an earlier exchange with Priscilla. She'd arrived a bit late
and complained that someone had given her a particularly hard time on the way
in. So at Ben's suggestion, she was referring to the person as "Mr. Peanut".
"Do you
know why that is?" Ben asked me bravely/foolishly.
I looked back
at him. "Because she was a-salted?"
Ben started
back to his cubicle wordlessly, but I continued, "Did he at least say some
nice things about her?"
The way he
stopped in his tracks and pulled his head back defensively showed that Ben knew
this would be a stinker, but not atrocious; he shrugged.
I was thinking
of an old walks-into-the-bar joke, seen also as a goofy cartoon. I explained, "Well,
then he'd be a complimentary peanut."
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