Awkward Turtle

I enjoy puns and one ling zingers with those I consider friends; when intentional they mock our own attempts at humor and are a fun thrust towards humility.

I discovered this morning puns and passing zingers can be in vain when made around acquaintances or strangers and therefore substitute introspection for ineptitude.

Oops.

Regardless, I'm glad I gained perspective and the mother of that three year old on the tricycle in the 12 Hotel was made--at best--very uncomfortable by someone's tactless stab at humor. It was awkward to say the least.