Humor often finds its home in the resilience of the human spirit, or at least in the creativity of our excuses. Take the legendary pirate Captain Hook, who sat at a harbor bar recounting his scars. A cannonball took his leg, and a cutlass took his hand, yet he remained undeterred. But when asked about the eyepatch, he admitted it wasn’t a battle wound that blinded him. A bird had simply dropped its business into his eye as he looked toward the sky. The bartender was skeptical—surely bird droppings don’t cost a man an eye. The pirate sighed, “It was my first day with the hook.”
This theme of clever navigation extends to the elderly, who have spent decades perfecting the art of getting what they want. There was Grandma Bessie, who watched a police cruiser pull up to her curb to drop off her husband, Morris. The officer claimed Morris was lost in the park he had visited for thirty years. Once the officer was out of earshot, Morris whispered the truth to his wife: he wasn’t lost; he was simply too tired to walk home and decided a patrol car made for an excellent, free taxi service.
In another part of the world, a Texas farmer visited Australia, determined to prove that everything in the Lone Star State was bigger and better. No matter what the Australian farmer showed him—vast wheat fields or massive herds of cattle—the Texan claimed his version was twice the size. The conversation only reached a stalemate when a herd of kangaroos went hopping past. Stunned, the Texan asked what on earth they were. The Australian, finally finding his opening, replied with an incredulous look, “Don’t you have any grasshoppers in Texas?”
Sometimes, the humor is found in the way we try to manipulate our own destinies. An old cowboy, dying of thirst in the desert, stumbled upon a briefcase containing a genie. This genie, however, was a government auditor from the taxation office. She granted him three wishes, but as with all government programs, the fine print was lethal. He wished for an oasis, and he got it. He wished for riches, and he got them. But when he wished that “no matter where I go, beautiful women will want and need me,” the auditor genie turned him into a hygiene product. The moral was clear: whenever the government offers you a gift, there is a string attached—and sometimes that string is literal.
The complexity of relationships often boils down to these small, sharp observations. Bert and Edna, married for fifty-five years, once sat on their porch discussing their bucket lists. Bert wanted to go skydiving, even if he died mid-air just to haunt the neighbor’s garden. Edna, however, wanted to confess. She admitted to sabotaging his favorite recliner for twenty years because he had spilled soda on her curtains in 1989. She even confessed to short-circuiting the television remote so it would only play Hallmark movies. Bert, not to be outdone, revealed that his decade of “fishing trips” was actually spent winning trophies at the bowling alley—trophies he had hidden behind the water heater. In the end, they went skydiving and bowling together, realizing that the only thing better than a secret is a shared laugh over a long-held grudge.
Even the afterlife isn’t safe from the irony of human choice. An elderly couple arrived in Heaven, amazed to find that the mansions were free, the golf courses were elite, and the food was a five-star feast that caused no weight gain or heart disease. Instead of being grateful, the husband turned red with fury and shouted at his wife. “If it weren’t for your bran muffins and paleo chicken,” he yelled, “we could have been here ten years ago!”
In the corporate world, a young trainee once showed the power of anonymity. After accidentally barking an order for coffee at the CEO and being threatened with termination, the trainee asked the voice on the other end, “Do you even know who you’re talking to?” When the CEO huffed that he didn’t, the trainee simply said “Good!” and hung up, disappearing back into the safety of the corporate machine.
Whether it is a child outsmarting a teacher by claiming that “business is business,” or a man waking up in his wife’s body only to realize that a single day of housework is more exhausting than eight hours at the office, these stories remind us that life is a series of riddles. We might think we have 13 dollars and receive 115 more from family, but if the question asks how much money we “did” have, the answer remains the original 18. It is all about how you look at the problem. From the barstool to the boardroom, the best way to nip a problem in the bud is to find the punchline before life finds it for you.