The joke teller

 

There is a library regular who likes to tell me jokes. No, that is an understatement, he loves to tell me jokes. When I see him coming in he has a gleeful look in his eye. He is really excited. He is going to blow me away... with comedy!

Unfortunately, he only knows a couple jokes.

He's not senile or anything. He'll say "I already showed you the number joke, right?"

And I'll say sadly "Yes."

Then he'll try maybe the "Why do seagulls fly over the sea?" Joke. 

But I've heard it (if they flew over the bay they'd be bay-gulls).

Then he'll mention the new Minnesota fish which is a cross between a Coho Salmon, a Walleye, and a Muskie.

"Yeah, the Kowalski." I say gently.

Then he sorrowfully has to confess he doesn't have a new joke.

So maybe I tell him a joke:

"Why did the half-blind man walk into a well?" I ask.

He doesn't know because I've never told him this before.

"Because he didn't see that well."

He smiles. It's funny, but he wants to tell the joke more than hear the joke.

I just want to inspire him to come prepared.