Tell me if this was a mean thing I did:

[brentspeak]

Some girl at work entered the break-room to get a band-aid for her cut.
I asked her "When do cut yourself?" She replied that it happened 10 minutes prior.

I deliberately made the most grave facial expression I could manage, telling her that she had better wash the cut as soon as possible; otherwise, she would contract the "mysterious flesh-eating bacteria disease". She laughed, saying it was just another one of my jokes (which, of course, it secretly was).

But later, I was told by other coworkers that she spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about the "mysterious flesh-eating bacteria disease."

[FuzzySlippers]

1. Some people are simply humor impaired.

There's nothing to be done with them....except possibly euthanasia.