Written by Judith Blakley
After reading a friend's humor article, I found myself reflecting on the time that my adult daughter attempted to place two Kool-Aid packages on layaway at our local Walmart. An odd sense of pride welled up inside me and I began to reflect on how she came to become the type of person who would play such a practical joke.
I have come to the conclusion that practical jokesters run in families. My daughter learned from me; I learned from my father. I never knew my paternal grandfather, but I assume that must be where my father and his siblings learned this behavior.
(A man who is a loner attends a psychiatrist session on how to improve his social skills. It didn't go well. After the session he decides to go to a public urinal full of men relieving themselves and says to them all)
Loner: well good morning good people so do you like come here often? (He really is trying hard)
(Well they all look at him in disgust and awe and hastily leave without saying a word)
