On Tuesday, boss was out all day. When he came back, Receptionist said "You know what? I dont think he was out sick or anything. I think he went golfing. He looks tan."
Later in the day, I heard Creative Insult Guy at Boss' desk saying "So you did all 18 holes, or just 9?"
This morning, Boss sent an email saying he would be out of the office until noon. "Boss," I whined, "Are you going golfing AGAIN?!"
Creative Insult Guy passed by my desk and whispered "He's going to a funeral..."
And that's when I discovered that there is no way to recover from jokes made unknowingly about funerals. (Ones made knowingly are totally fine, though)