Today I feel like some levity.
Having lived in Canada for a cumulative total of 27 years, I thought I had integrated very thoroughly -- to the point of practically having gone native.
But now I am reliably informed that my humour is weird.
I have received the dreaded diagnosis. I am a victim of CHDS (Canadian Humour Deficit Syndrome).
I looked for remedial classes on Vancouver Island University's calendar. Alas, I didn't find anything suitable.