Actually,
Jane's idea has some merit. It's just not "old cellar" style (cough, cough). It does take some getting used to, though. I thought she was "shouting" at people at first.
My father had an extremely dry humor with a deadpan delivery which I think I inherited from him. People don't always "get" my humor either. A couple of years ago we had a huge forest fire about 30 miles from where I live. I drove through the area after the fire had been put out and stopped at a gas station in a small town on my way.
Clerk: (making small talk) That will be $15.00, so are you visiting our area?
Me: No, I'm from around here. I just wanted to check out "Crispy Critter National Forest."
Clerk: (blank stare) Where's that?
or
Receptionist at doctor's office: I'll need your address, please.
Me: Post Office Box 1234 - it's a small place, but its home.
Receptionist: (Puzzled look)
My friends, however, think I'm a riot. That's why they're my friends.