Humour is a part of my daily life.  I think I’d explode if I was forced to keep my smartass comments to myself.  I think folks are ok with it and even enjoy it.  Ok… maybe I just associate with extremely tolerant people.  As such, I could probably fill this blog to the rafters with shit that happens on a daily basis, snippets of conversations, and biting sarcastic retorts.  That is if I could actually remember them all later, or if I thought the humour would translate to the written word as effectively as the situation/timing/location did.

This may be the case here, but I think I’ll give it a shot.  It’s a short one, so don’t blink.  Names have been omitted and the conversation has been totally rewritten paraphrased for the sake of laziness enhancing the humour.

A couple of colleagues and I were having a non-business discussion.  Part of the discussion got a little off topic and started to go off on random tangents.  Another person tried to draw the discussion back, explaining that they have trouble focusing on a single point.

Then one person said, “That’s ok, I have ODC too.”

I started laughing uncontrollably, “I bet you are dyslexic as well, eh?”

She said, “How’d you know?”