
There have been times in my life when I thought I was kind of witty. And then it occurred to me that maybe I was only half right. But hey, a half wit is better than none.
Humor is subjective anyway. One man's humor is another man's tragedy. Case in point: There was this great old theater in Boise when I was growing up. It was built in the 1920s in an Egyptian motive when King Tut's tomb was discovered and sparked a nationwide ancient Egyptian craze. It was eventually renovated and restored to it original splendor. But before that I kind of enjoyed it in its seedy decline.
I particularily got a kick when the theater was crowded sitting in one row in the middle of the main floor behind a row with a missing seat. Inevitably some guy loaded down with popcorn, soda and several candy bars would see the space where the missing seat was and start sliding down the row thinking it was available. The victim would get to the spot and since the theater was dark attempt to sit down totally unaware that there was no seat. The result was a satisfying scream and popcorn and soda flying everywhere. I don't think I ever witnessed anyone warn anyone that the seat was missing.
It still cracks me up thinking of that. It was my favorite part of going to that movie theater.
I am a sick, sick person.