Prison Can Be A Funny Place

thK20E1N5MIt was Mike’s first day in prison. He was escorted to a cell. The bars slid shut and locked. He tossed his bedding on the upper bunk. In the lower bunk was an old man.

“How ya doing, they call me Squeaky.”

“I’m Mike.”

“Well this is it,” Squeaky said. “Home sweet home. I’m a lifer. I killed somebody. It’s been so long ago I can’t remember who it was. Oh that’s right, it was my last cell mate. I have short term memory loss. Hey I’m just kidding, but I did murder someone. What are you in here for?”

“Murder also,” Mike said.

“Sit down here partner, Squeaky said patting his bunk, “You tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Not much of a story,” Mike said. “I laughed at this guy. I thought he was being funny. He wasn’t. He felt insulted. He took offense to it. He pulled out a knife and I pulled out a gun.”

“Couldn’t you get off with self-defense?” Squeaky said.

“That ain’t the way the jury saw it. I swear I’ll never laugh at a guy again,” Mike said. What about you?”

“You talk about cruel irony,” Squeaky said. “I was a comedian and this guy wouldn’t laugh at my jokes so I killed him.”

Mike was nervous, but broke his promise and laughed.

“I didn’t mean that to be funny,” Squeaky said.

“Oh, it wasn’t,” Mike said, “it was your delivery.”

 

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6 Comments

  1. Made me laugh at this point “I was a comedian and this guy wouldn’t laugh at my jokes so I killed him.” Really clever and humorous story. 🙂

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