I'm prone to fits of giggling. These fits often occur at the most inopportune moments. Like right before I went out for drinks with my coworkers and they ridiculed me for my immature displays of laughter the last time I was crunk. As we exited the world of non-profit drudgery, preparing to bask in the freedom of Friday, I promised not to repeat said behavior. But as soon as I stepped onto the crowded elevator I couldn't control myself. And since such expressions of nuttiness are contagious, my friend started in as well. We tried to suppress the laughter but succeeded only in violently hiccuping in the fight against audible emission of sound. Neither of us had had a single drink.
And then there was yesterday morning. The world seemed really awesome yesterday morning. And let me tell you, there was humor in EVERYTHING. I sat at my computer and laughed. I listened to music and laughed. I went to pee in the bathroom and laughed the entire way back to my desk. There are typically only three reasons I laugh in the bathroom: 1) I hear someone fart 2) I fart 3) I hit my head on the stall door while bending over to see if there's anyone else present. None of these things occurred on this occasion. And I laughed the whole day until I forgot why I started. But when I remembered, I moped. Oops.
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I remember one fit in particular. We were in a car. Passengers were Mike, myself and Jess. Driver was Anthony. We were at a gas station and while Anthony was filling up, Jess went to town. She just started and couldn't stop. Luckily, I had experienced this before. But I couldn't say the same for Mike. He was pretty confused and kinda scared i think. He kept looking at me trying to find confirmation that she is okay. I couldn't exactly convince him. And just when we thought it was over, she started up again. Tears of laughter. It was like it was raining on her face.
ReplyDeleteI wish she had farted while laughing. Or I wish I had to keep her going. Wait, could that have been the reason you started in the first place? Or being at a GAS station made you think of farts?
Peeking under bathroom stalls, Jess? For shame....
ReplyDeleteYay for comments that prolong my illusion that I'm not lonely and hitting refresh on my Facebook Home Page every other second in order to pretend I have friends nearby!
ReplyDeleteAnd I wasn't trying to peep. I was just making sure that noone else was around to make me self conscious about my pee noises.
Ocean basin.
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