My boss is pretty laid back.
She's one of those who has a laugh and a joke and a round of FIFA 12 if the chance presents itself. She's even been known to rock out with her cockerel out on Guitar Hero.
Because she's so... well, normal... I decided to tell her a joke.
"What did the Scottish epileptic get for Christmas?"
She doesn't look up from her monitor. "My dad's epileptic."
Shit thinks I. How can I save this?
"Is he? I didn't know that."
"Yeah, it's quite serious. He's nearly died a couple of times. I found him once, he'd stopped breathing. Had to call an ambulance."
"Really? I'm sorry, that sounds horrible."
"Yeah, he's getting worse too. The meds don't seem to be as effective as they used to be."
I look at the floor. I frown. I look up. I stop frowning and raise my eyebrows. I frown and look at the floor again.
"My mum's dealing with it as best she can but she's convinced she'll come home one day and find him dead on the floor. We don't really talk about it."
I stop looking at the floor and try to arrange my face into an expression of absent-minded innocence.

...

"It was a Wii Fit, by the way."
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Wed 9 Nov 2011, 17:18, 4 replies)

Haha, excellently told.

( Pig Bodine., Wed 9 Nov 2011, 17:39, closed)

Bet she had a chortle.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 10 Nov 2011, 3:56, closed)

No. No she didn't.

(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 11:35, closed)

Brilliant!
Have a click for persistence, and also for a great joke.
(Mr Fudge It shouldn't be illegal to have sex with an eagle, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 12:35, closed)