I adore found humor.
To me, there is little that amuses me more than finding humor in the ordinary, in something you know hundreds of people have walked by and have failed to see.
My favorite found humor in Calgary used to be this sign, outside a strip mall a mere ten minute drive from my house.
(Un)fortunately, two of the stores are no more, but Just for Lovers seems to have survived downturns, soft economic situations, and the like.
Yesterday, I searched for found humor in my favorite locale: the book store.
I walked around and looked for haphazard pairings of books, titles that didn’t seem to go together but became humorous when paired. I didn’t move the books; I simply discovered them side by side. Then I took pictures.
This is what I found: