It was at a funeral, and I'm not proud of it. I truly was sad, but the speaker was saying things about the dearly departed that simply were not true! I lost it when my husband leaned in and whispered, "Who in the world are they burying?" Trying to cover my laughter was torture.
Great story Jan!
It was in church and I was 6... Who expects a 6 year-old to sit still in church for 2 hours...anyway...
In 6th grade. The old woman we had for a teacher was writing on the chalkboard and farted.
I couldn't stop laughing. I was told to leave the classroom.
In a restaurant. The seating was close. The people next to us got doused with a mimosa. The waiter and management were fawning all over them. I got a case of the giggles, it was made even worse, when my husband whispered to stop, that the ladies companion was big enough to kick his ass. I lost it when I saw it was a woman he was referring to. I had to leave the table😊
At a town hall meeting, which was also taped and broadcast
A cheapskate we know died. He was already old. At his funeral I asked my dad from what he died. My dad joked : " he forgot to eat " . Knowing that that man was a horrible cheapskate I started laughing in that aula.