I'm trying to write more often so that I stop attaching enormous importance to everything I post. This is not a blog of wider readership or influence or cultural impact, so I'm allowed to post stupid shit if I want to. That said, here is a story about a pun.
Two years ago I responded to a mundane message on OkCupid which led to him flying me out to Tuscany for the weekend two days after meeting me, and then again to Paris for a night a couple of weeks later. This is nowhere near as romantic as it sounds, but I can't say it wasn't fun. However, along the way, this exchange happened.
[Scene: we are out for dinner in Paris. He is eating the frog's legs I goaded him into ordering and complaining about the quality of the food in his hometown, a suburb off Melbourne somewhere]
Him: I went into this pub near my house, and I ordered a pie. I wasn't expecting much, but how badly can you fuck up a pie? Anyway, this thing turned up, and it was so watery inside it was more like soup. It was shocking.
Me: Well, at least they managed to organise a pie soup in a brewery.
Him: [blank stare]
Me: That was a pun.
Him: Was it?
Me: You know the expression, "couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery"?
Him: ...no.
Me: Oh. Do you guys not say that?
Him: Nope.
Me: Oh. Dammit. I am NEVER going to get to say "pie soup in a brewery" ever again.
Him: ...I'm going to get more wine.
This still annoys the shit out of me. I mean, PIE SOUP IN A BREWERY. That is an AMAZING pun. And it actually happened, in conversation, without my having to twist anything to make a joke out of it. This sort of thing just doesn't happen. And then it did, and bastard Australians don't even SAY "piss-up in a brewery". To cap it off, we were in France, surrounded by French people who also don't say "piss-up in a brewery". The universe came together in this beautiful way and I was surrounded by people who didn't even see that anything at all had happened beyond some English girl making Pun Dog face for no apparent reason.
I don't think I've ever needed to speak to my dad so urgently in my life. It was the first thing I did when I got home the next day.
Me: Dad. Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad.
Dad: What's the matter?
Me: Listen. You listen to this.
[pun is explained]
Dad: Hah! That is WONDERFUL.
Me: I know! The Aussie didn't get it.
Dad: What??
Me: I KNOW. PIE SOUP IN A BREWERY.
It is entirely possible that my father has never been quite so proud of me.
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