Never Take The Rock’s Puns For Granite
I work in a small engineering office. It’s the last day of work before the Christmas shutdown, and I’ve taken the opportunity to try and finish filing the massive pile of paperwork on my desk that has accumulated over the past year into a bin bag. The only other person in the office is my coworker, who is doing a similar job. It’s his last day here, as he has a new job starting in the new year.
We’re chatting away, and as so often happens in any conversation that has me in it, the topic turns to puns. I’ve just told a joke and received a huge groan in response.
Me: “Yeah, that was a bad one.”
Coworker: “By definition, all your puns are bad.”
Me: “That’s true.”
Coworker: “Have you seen the new film Jungle Cruise?”
Me: “I haven’t, but I’ve heard The Rock tells lots and lots of bad puns. You know, I never thought I would hear anyone comparing me with The Rock.”
Coworker: “I meant just the bad puns.”
Me: “No, I prefer to believe my first thought.”
Coworker: “He said in it, ‘My girlfriend was cross-eyed.’”
Me: “Let me guess: we could never see eye to eye?”
Coworker: “Yup! And he thought she was seeing someone on the side.”
Me: “A lovely example of vitreous humor.”
My coworker says nothing but gives me a blank look.
Me: “The liquid inside the eye is called Vitreous Humor.”
Coworker: “Yeah, that went straight over my head.”
Me: “Next time, I’ll do something a little bit cornea.”
My coworker groans and collapses onto the desk.
Coworker: “You know, this is one bit of the job I’m not going to miss!”