I am over halfway through a two-month-long hospice volunteer training program. This evening I attended session #5, where one of the tasks each person in our group needed to complete was to receive (then pass) a tuberculosis test. The volunteer coordinator arranged for a few nurses to attend the first 20 minutes of our training session, so that we could all line up, expose our arms, and receive a small injection (which will then be “read” in 2-3 days). I was near the back of the line, and as my turn approached, the volunteer coordinator commented, “You know, I’m kind of surprised – no one has passed out or protested yet. Usually we get at least one person in every group who has some sort of issue…”
As I approached the nursing table where the volunteer coordinator stood close by, I casually commented, “Well, I mean, I could throw a fit if you’d like. I can do everything from stomp and yell to faint or vomit – do you have a preference?”
The volunteer coordinator (an older lady who possesses a very literal interpretation of the world) looked at me with a confused expression on her face – whereas the entire crew of nurses burst into hearty laughter. Happy that at least some other person understood my dry sense of humor, I smiled back at them while I heard the volunteer coordinator quickly respond, “No no, I’d prefer if we didn’t have any issues tonight…”
Okay, if you say so. I was just trying to be accommodating. 🙂
Stef
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My French conversation teacher has a dry sense of humor like yours —
She’s more than once come into class with a wry story of a situation it just plunged her into!
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I sometimes have to be careful about my sense of humor – some people don’t know how to take it, and it can end up offending when I don’t mean for it to…. But more and more, I just trust myself in the situation – and if I inadvertently upset someone, I apologize, then move on. 🙂
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hahahaa… I loved that sense of humor 🙂
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I’m glad someone appreciates it! 🙂
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