Only a Joke

“I don’t get it.”

It wasn’t the first time he had said those words in the last few minutes and I had to say I was now confused. Especially since they were the only words he had said to me so far. I had let myself in as usual, the door swinging open to the light turn of the handle. The fire was chomping merrily on its feed of turf, and the table between the arm chairs was set with two coffees and a plate of biscuits. I had slipped into my usual seat and related to him a joke I had heard on the way over to visit. The punchline had elicited the first ‘I don’t get it’ and now my attempted explanation had generated the second. Hence my confusion.

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