So, I have dark humor. Gallow’s humor, so to speak. To give a background of it, I think I developed that edge during the worst of my brother’s mental illness. While there have been some pretty alarming and sad moments, there have also been times when my family and I have laughed – even in the darkest of moments.
This also means that I make can comments or jokes at the worst times possible – or just make the worst joke in general, no matter what the situation.
When I was picking up a package at my apartment this afternoon, I came across that very situation.
I came in and the guy at the front desk was someone who I have joked with before. So, when he was busy in this closet area looking for my delivery, I spotted a couple of large boxes, which looked something like this –
I made a joke along the lines of, “Wow, that looks like something out of that Seinfeld episode where Uncle Leo’s eyebrows get burnt off.”
That, of course, is the PG version of what I said. I probably wouldn’t repeat what I said on my blog as I’m certain I’d end up on some kind of watch list.
Well, insert horrified expression here.
I laugh it off and explain myself, but still –
With that said, I promptly took my own delivery and left the front office.
There’s a good chance they won’t be renewing my lease.
Next time I’ll just keep my mouth shut.