So yesterday at work during our lunch break, Sandy and I were talking about random stuff going on around the library. She mentioned that one of the toilets in the women’s room was out of order, and that she had seen Julie (one of our catalogers) put an “Out of Order” sign on it. Speaking of things that were out of order, I mentioned that Adult-03 computer had been out of order since Tuesday and that we really ought to put a sign on it as well. We both began talking about how much the library is falling apart (the place is ancient and we seriously need a new building), and I pointed out, “Even the books are out of order.”

That stopped her. I knew exactly what she was thinking: “How can the books be broken?” Then it dawned on her: I meant out of sequence. She rolled her eyes at me, and I laughed and laughed. It’s not often I get to crack linguistically clever jokes that are that good. Needless to say, it struck me as a Dad sort of joke, and I figured he’d appreciate reading it, so here it is. 😀