When you’re carrying something big and heavy around a corner or down some stairs, it’s usually good form to call out a warning, like “Points!”, to make sure you don’t smack someone in the face. It doesn’t really matter if it’s pointy or not; it’s just what you say.
Sometimes people try to come up with some more clever, though. I knew this one grip who would shout, “Free dental work!” when carrying track around.
It was funny the first time I heard him say it. It was even mildly amusing the third or fourth time. At the end of the first week, it was still a charming quirk.
But after three or four weeks of this incessant repetition, I couldn’t take any more. “Dude, seriously, get a new joke.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s not a joke.”
I took a moment to consider his objection, and reconfirmed my original claim. “Yes, it is. It’s a facetious statement intended to illicit laughter.”
“No. If someone doesn’t get out of the way, I’ll smash their teeth in with the track.”
“If I punched someone in the face and broke their nose, would you call it rhinoplasty?”
He asked me what rhinoplasty was, and after I explained the big, scary, polysyllabic word (and, subsequently, “polysyllabic” (and “subsequently” (man, some grips are dumb (apologies to Dollygrippery)))), he once again claimed he wasn’t kidding.
It was at this point that I realized he really didn’t understand that it was a joke. Somebody, somewhere made this crack once, he heard it, misunderstood, and decided he liked the idea of rearranging someone’s teeth with a C-stand.
I didn’t talk to him much after that.