I LOVE good puns. LOVE. I was at Wahoo’s Fish Tacos with work colleagues last week, and someone said a gem. To fully appreciate this jewel, you have to understand Wahoo’s interior decor: the joint is plastered indiscriminately with stickers, as if that little girl you knew in first grade who coated her three-ring binder with Hello Kitty stickers grew up and actually found a way to make money off of her talent. At Wahoo’s, my colleague took a long look around and said “Sticker shock.” If we hadn’t already paid for our lunches, I would have bought him his burrito. The pun was that good.
Now, the pun that is the subject here is a totally different story. As with all puns, context is important. For this pun, you need to know: 1) my office building is located in something called Watt Plaza; and 2) Watt Plaza is undergoing a lot of unnecessary construction. Ready?
“WATT”‘s going on?”? For whatever reason, the eyeballs make it to the back of the head a little faster here than they did with “sticker shock.” When a pun is good, it’s great; when it’s not, it’s painful. Oof.