Here it is: My friend describes jokes by their punch line.
I can hear your gasps of dismay all the way through cyberspace. It came out quite innocuously. I told some moldy old joke that my friend had somehow never heard before. Wishing to respond in kind, they asked, “Do you know the one about ‘if the foo shits?’”
As it happens, yes, I recall that joke from my childhood and if you don’t know it, I won’t trouble you with it here as it frankly does not meet my lofty standards of humor (cough, cough). But the question of whether I’d ever heard it before is beside the point right now, as is any discussion of its humorous merit or lack thereof.
The point is that if I hadn’t heard it before, you couldn’t possibly tell it after describing it with its punch line! I’m only glad I was sitting at a table in the middle of a large room when the question was asked – if I’d been near a wall, I’d have been banging my head against it.
As I said earlier, I see no point in “outing” the person by name. And after all, it’s not like I could cure them. I might just as well argue about favorite flavors of ice cream while I’m at it. I need to accept the notion that this person is beautiful just the way they are, and if their choices mean that we can never have a mutually satisfying humorous exchange, I need to accept that. If any of you have dealt with this in your own lives, I am open to any advice or commentary.