Today at work this tall tall Māori guy I’ve seen in before came right up to the desk and was like “Right! Do you have any jokes today?”
So I’m blinking as my brain runs through the panic ‘oh my god i didn’t know i was supposed to prepare a joke i know a million jokes but what are they oh help i cannot bear this comedy spotlight’ and come up with a hesitant: “What do you call cheese that doesn’t belong to you… Nacho cheese!” (thanks skins)
And he cracks up he loves it, and starts coming back with brilliant ones like “two mushrooms sitting in a pot, one turns to the other and says, there’s not much room in here!” and this string of other dad-jokes and then he gets quiet and serious and he’s like “you know, I truly believe jokes like these are the way to get our people talking again and put this country back together.”
And that is my best work story of the day hands down.