During the ’60s, if someone thought a joke wasn’t funny, they might say it was “as funny as a crutch.”
It was thought to be a clever put-down remark because, of course, crutches aren’t funny and always seem to be a symbol of some kind of misfortune. I thought the rejoinder was in bad taste, too, for that same reason. But it was the heyday of insult humor and Don Rickles, and people laughed anyway.
I thought of the rejoinder tonight, as I walked home from work in bitterly cold temperatures and saw a crutch lying in the snow next to the street. Why would someone discard a perfectly good crutch? Probably not for some positive reason.
It made me wonder about the back story of the sad crutch on the snow, and it made me feel bad, besides.