I love a good laugh. I don't mean something that is funny and makes me laugh. I refer to motion and sound. So, seriously speaking, what sort of laughing do you exhibit?
I wonder because there was an exploder present in the Beanery today. Her laughter exploded without warning, booming forth as through released from some pent up cave, echoing around the room like a thunderclap. It stopped quickly. She added a hand clap to her sound and motion.
I'm a big laugher. I put my body into it. When I laugh, you can count the teeth in my mouth and look on down my throat at my tonsils - if I'm standing still. I'm usually rocking and shaking.
I love a good laugh.
I'm annoyed by those who become annoyed by laughter.
My wife sometimes becomes embarrassed by my laughter, giving me a warning poke and 'a glance' in public to signify that I being too loud or exhibiting too much enjoyment in my laughing. She thinks it more a matter of offending others. They're trying to enjoy their food, drink or conversation, and there I am, disturbing them with my laughter.
She is a quiet laugher, a sort of traditional ha-ha person. We have a friend self-conscious about her laughing. "Oh, that's funny," she'll say over a wide smile, crinkles around her eyes. "That's really funny."
Okay, if it's funny, where's your laughter?
I have another friend who seems very circumspect about her laughter and her mouth. She'l laugh and then a hand rises to cover it. Many times she'll cast glances around to see if her laughter disturbed others. In reflection, this is how several of my sisters laugh.
My wife gave me the greatest laugh the other day. I hadn't laughed that hard in years. Well, it was situational. It was one of those periods of laughter when I laughed so hard, no sound escaped except small wheezes as I tried to breath. My body shook. I held myself against the wall in fear of collapsing.
Sadly, it was about a fart.
We were in the laundry room together. After feeding one of the cats, I turned and put the food away as she bent behind me to pet the cat and tell him where his food was, because, you know, cats have trouble finding food unless explicit directions are given to them about its location.
And as she bent behind my rear, I farted. Hand on heart, it was completely spontaneous and without warning.
It was not my fault. She'd given me black beans with polenta, cheese, sour cream and avocado for dinner. I'd had lentil soup for lunch. Come on, all those beans? We have Beano but we always forget to use it.
After the fart, I turned to apologize but began laughing as I did. My laughter increased as she slowly straightened, turned and looked at me with such reproach.
Sorry, but I just lost it.
Yes, I'm aware it's childish. But then she began laughing. As I fell back against the wall, she too, shook with laughter. We staggered out into the hallway, hugging the wall, hanging onto one another, laughing.
Yes, it was a silly moment.
But it was a good laugh.
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