It is Friday. My boss remarks that he is going to have fish and chips that evening… because it is Friday.

Me: “It’s interesting what was considered fish, historically. People often wanted to eat things that weren’t officially considered ‘meat’. That’s why there are no beavers in England anymore.”

Boss: *Trying not to laugh* “Bollocks!”

Me: “No, really.”

Boss: “No, that’s nonsense. I’m going to Google that to prove you wrong.” *Pauses* “No… I am not going to Google ‘eat beaver on a Friday’ from a work computer. I am going to Google ‘eat beaver on a Friday’ when I get home.

The matter was never mentioned again.

I was flying on a budget airline. When I got on the plane, I was already surprised that they had something like elevator music playing lightly in the background as we all piled into the plane. I’d flown this airline many times before, and that was new. The music was off during the flight but was turned back on after we landed.

After we landed, the captain reported that we were so early that we had to wait until the plane at dock left before we could dock and unload.

Captain: “In the meantime, sit down, relax, and meditate to this relaxing music I’ve selected for you all.”

And the music came back on. A little while later…

Captain: “Breathe in, breathe out.”

A little later, in a completely serious pilot voice…

Captain: “Attention, passengers. We are now looking for volunteers to fly the plane next time we take off.”

A little later, as were unloading…

Captain: “Now, just to warn you, the last person to get off the plane has to help the staff to clean it.”

This captain was clearly having a bit too much fun on the intercom, but I can’t complain; most people seemed to laugh at and appreciate his antics. It was definitely a little more memorable than my usual flights.

Clara was a cat that belonged to a coworker in the hotel where I used to work. 

I love animals, and I noticed that she went hunting for her food herself, so anytime Clara was around and I had food, we shared. Everyone else served her on the floor, but I fed her from my hands, provided that she sat first. 

I got ill and mandated someone else to feed her while I was gone. By the time I got back, Clara had lost her training. It was harder than the first time I got her to figure out she needed to sit to get the treat. 

I know dealing with animals requires patience, so I was patient. After a while, she tried to snatch the food aggressively from my hands, and in anger, I screamed and ate the piece of chicken. 

Clara had a look of disbelief. I mean, her face mirrored the human jaw-dropped shocked look.

I took the next piece and slowly brought it to my mouth. She meowed out a scream and sat down almost immediately. Man, I laughed so hard. I kept her seated for a minute before letting her have the chicken.

I miss her.

I’m at my register during a slow period. A couple of other coworkers and our manager are up front talking, and one is sprucing up the candy area. While she is working, she also has a spoon in her hand. As our manager and one coworker walk away, this interaction happens.

Coworker #1: “Does anybody need a spoon?”

Coworker #2: “Like a cuddle?”

[Coworker #2] is not the type to make that kind of joke and also is old enough to be [Coworker #1]’s father.

I was still laughing a minute later because it was so unexpected and funny.

I’m playing a Dungeons & Dragons game with a bunch of my friends. For months, we had a Rogue who had insane luck with the dice. He always rolled exceptionally well. It was only a long time later that we found out that he was using sleight of hand to conceal a pair of loaded dice.

Rogue: “In my defence, I’m playing a master thief and assassin. I’ve stolen from banks, escaped from prisons, assassinated our foes, and infiltrated deep behind enemy lines. Using loaded dice in a game shouldn’t be surprising. If anything, it should be obvious.”

There’s a long pause.

Gamemaster: “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s actually a good point.”

Warrior: “All in favour?”

All were in favour.