It's lunchtime. I'm at work, in the conference room of the department I worked in before my current position. My co-worker/client and I are knitting.
One of my old bosses, the Kiwi, walks by and smiles. He's now the boss of my co-worker's boss. I hold up my knitting and he comes to the door shaking his head and smirking. (A couple of years ago, I was on a knitting television show - don't ask - and he told me then that he'd been taught to knit as a boy; the fruits of that labor had been "either a very long oven mitt or a very short scarf.")
Co-worker: Wanna learn how to knit?
Me: He knows how to knit!
Boss Man [shoots me a look]: I have knut.
Co-worker [laughs]: Oh, I like that! The past tense of knit!
Me [DYING LAUGHING]: That's not the past tense, that's his accent.
Me: [LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY ]
Boss Man: [LAUGHING, though not HYSTERICALLY]