I was asked today "What was the funniest situation you've been in?".
Gosh. Lots. Story of my life. Close second is being tripped up by a certain blind politicians dog - three times.
But the funniest?
A Psychologist losing his temper with me, within 3 minutes of meeting me.
I'd applied for a job, and part of the interview setup was having a word with a psychologist from HR (Human Resources). At the time, I'd become unemployed because I'd sold a successful business and made a little profit. I was bored, thought the idea of a regular paycheck was attractive and give me something to do.
He managed to vaguely annoy me withn 2 minutes. First, he had a sign his name on his desk in gold capital letters, ending in 'PHD'. Not 'Phd' which would be the norm. And you just don't have your name in capitals. It's shouting, and it's bad manners.
Secondly, he had me sit on a smaller, lower chair well forward of his massive desk and chair. That meant I had to look up at him - and I'm 6ft tall. Thirdly, he didn't even look at me. He concentrated on a blue folder of laminated sheets in front of him, turning them over after each, rushed, question.
That all said to me "This is my space and I dominate it, and everyone, in the room". It was obviously quite, quite deliberate.
So I stood up, pulled my chair to front of his desk, and leaned my elbows on his desk with a silly grin on my face. He paused, frowned, stuttered, flicked back a few laminates, repeated a few questions hesitantly, trying not to look at me. He failed.
He lost it. He jumped out of his chair and ranted away telling me I had to put the chair back and do as he said. After watching his antics silently for a couple of minutes, I started to laugh. Couldn't help myself. I laughed so loud people people put their heads around the office door to see what the racket was. The angrier he got, the funnier it was, and the more I laughed.
Y'see, he didn't appreciate the irony of it. A psychologist losing his cool because I wouldn't submit to his self-portrayed self image with someone who'd disrupted his routine........
I know it's very obtuse. But oh, golly, it was soooo funny :)
I was offered the job. But I turned it down. I'm sure I didn't need a prat like that looking over my shoulder.
Oh, the business I sold. In GB we called then 'Enquiry Agents' back then. Lost wives, husbands, debts, absconded criminals.
Wheelie, PI :)