Have you ever had one of those moments when you just couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud?  You know you shouldn’t do it.  You try with all of your might to contain it.  You tell yourself to stop it, bite down firmly on your tongue (at least I do), and use every ounce of self control you’ve got to stifle the urge to giggle.  You feel the giggle start to rise up from somewhere deep within your belly.  The giggle starts to slip itself out of your throat, and before you know it that giggle has turned into a full blown hysterical fit of laughter.

Much to my mother’s chagrin, I had a very inappropriate fit of hysterical laughter while out with her paying our electric bill when I was about ten or eleven years old.  I was young, yes, but I knew that I shouldn’t do what I so desperately wanted to do at the time, which was to laugh at a certain someone behind the counter.

I grew up in a very small town, the kind of town where you knew nearly everyone in it whether you wanted to or not.  So it’s not like the man behind the counter (we’ll call him Mr. X), hadn’t seen or spoken to us before.  Mr. X was a very nice man, always smiling and polite to everyone he met.  He just had one this one thing about him that I, and lots of other people around town couldn’t seem to get past.  Mr. X, bless his heart, wore the WORST comb over you ever did see.  It was terrible.  He grew his hair very long towards the bottom of his head, which he then combed up and over, creating, in his mind, the illusion of hair on top.

So on the day in question,  I knew what I might be in for when I accompanied my mom to pay the energy bill.  I have to be honest here, as I recount my tale of laughter, I seem to remember beginning to get the giggles when we pulled up in front of the building (I think mom did as well – you know you used to chuckled at him too mom).  So we entered the building, of course it was one of those days in which all was silent – no other souls were in that office except Mr. X, my mother, and me.  We make our way to the counter where Mr. X has kindly greeted us.  He and my mother are speaking, money is changing hands, receipts are being written, and then,  BLAM!  I could control myself no longer.  I had the worst fit of inappropriate laughter if there ever was one.  I knew what I was laughing at, my mom knew what I was laughing at, and most importantly, Mr. X  knew what I was laughing at.  How could he not?  There wasn’t anyone else in that office but us, and I had been completely silent up until my outburst.  I felt very bad and was totally embarrassed, my mom was embarrassed, and I’m sure Mr. X was embarrassed.  He never said a word about the incident, and I didn’t get into any trouble for what I had done, but the next time we saw Mr. X, he had gotten rid of the comb over.

I have to say he looked so much better without it – maybe my laughing fit was really a blessing in disguise?

Michelle

I'm a lover of life and all things natural and organic. I love practicing yoga, making healthy foods, nature photography, DIY projects, making homemade beauty treats, and creating handmade jewelry. I'm passionate about a lot of things and write about them here on my blog. Peace, social justice, good food, green beauty, sustainable living - you name it, I care about it. Thanks for taking the time to visit me. Peace. ;)

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