At a work dinner last week…
Rob H: When we moved from the city to the lake, our outdoor cat took it pretty hard.
Rob M: How so?
H: Well, he was 12 and he was used to a cushy backyard. At the lake different things come around and more than once he came inside with puncture wounds from a run-in in the night.
M: What sorts of things come around?
H: Huh?
M: At the lake, you said “things come around.” What comes around?
Me: I image the most common thing to come around, is what goes around.
Pause.
My joke sinks in an we all have a chuckle at my refined humor and go on to talk about raccoons, opossums, coyotes and such.