I wouldn’t say “humorless” so much as “easily excitable”
Y Chrome and I were away at a dear friend’s wedding in Connecticut last week. Aside from my cat-sitter losing my poor furry monster while we were gone, inciting some cat-lady hysteria and a whole lot of fretting (he’s yet to be found, but we’ve not given up yet), we had a great time. We stayed in a hotel the night of the wedding, and Y Chrome wanted to hop online for a minute to get some directions back to Virginia. He called down to the front desk to get the ethernet credentials, chatted briefly, then hung up.
Me: Did you get the password?
Y Chromosome: Yes, it’s <Y Chrome’s last name>.
Me: What? Are you serious? You must be joking! I paid for this room with MY credit card, the room is in my name, but for some reason because YOU’RE the guy, they decided to put our password in as YOUR last name? What a bunch of jerks, I–
Y Chrome: The password is my last name because it’s also the name of the town we’re staying in and part of the hotel’s name. They actually called me Mr. YourLastName.
Me: …! Oh, yeah…! Well…! I bet they named the town after a dude at any rate. Assholes.