Dark Humour

As we were leaving the supermarket this afternoon, a guy was collecting for charity with a tin which he rattled in front of everyone at the door.

"Disabled Children?" he said as he thrust the tin forwards.

"No thanks, we've already got one" was the reply that almost came bursting from my lips. Quite where I got that one from I have no idea, but as I was pushing the trolly back towards the car, wondering what kind of twisted humour I possess, I glanced round to see Maggie smirking.

"You were thinking the same thing, weren't you?" I levelled at her.

"Yes" she replied a bit guiltily.

I didn't feel so bad after that.