Knock Knock

I’d like to meet an adult that has no concept of a knock knock joke.

EXT. FISHING ON A BOAT
Midday.

“So, Jobe. Tell me a joke to pass the time.”
“Sure. Knock knock.”
“…”
“Knock knock.”
“Huh?”
“I’m telling you a knock knock joke.”
“A what?”
“A knock knock joke. You don’t know what a knock knock joke is?”
“No…”
“Okay. Well I say, ‘knock knock’ and you say ‘who’s there’ and I tell the joke. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Knock knock.”
“….”
“…”
“Oh right! Who’s there?”
“Orange.”
“…”
“…”
“That’s the joke? I mean an orange knocking on a door is absurdist but come on…”
“You have to say ‘orange who’.”
“When?”
“After I say ‘orange’.”
“Why?”
“That’s part of the joke.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Look, we’ll try again. Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Orange.”
“Orange who?”
“Orange you glad I’m not a homosexual asking you for homosexual boatsex.”
“I guess…”
“…”