Maybe I should keep my sense of humor to myself

I need to learn to understand that not everyone appreciates or welcomes my sense of humor.

Last evening, I stopped by the grocery store on the way home from work to pick up some things for dinner. Seeing as it was Halloween, I wasn’t surprised to see the woman behind me in the checkout line dressed as a dalmation — complete with floppy ears and a black spot on her nose. There was a baby-carrier in her cart.

I caught her eye and asked, “So you have a puppy there”

With the look of someone dealing with a lunatic , she answered, “Ah, no. It’s a baby.”

Sigh.