Do you laugh at inappropriate times or things?

[ilovepcot]

Oh yes, DH and I both laugh inappropriately.

A while back we were in a local stained glass shop for supplies. The shop owner had suddenly been called to the hospital for the birth of her first grandchild. Not being prepared, she asked 2 longtime *elderly* but very sweet customers to handle things until she could return. (Neither had a background in retail.)

As DH and I were standing in line to pay for supplies, we could overhear the customer in front of us carrying out her transaction. She wanted to pay with either a debit or credit card and her purchase was $9.71. The elderly ladies admitted not knowing how to run the card but the customer insisted she needed her item and to please try. Okay. They ran the card and the total showed on the register to be $90.71 We snickered and were looked at harshly by everyone. The customer was visibly upset but was trying hard to stay calm and in control. Elderly ladies were fussing with each other about how to remove the charge. They fussed and fumbled a bit and decided they knew what to do. $900.71. The customer *screamed* and DH and I grabbed each other and howled!!!!! The customer was insane at this point began twirling around and waving her arms saying, “You people have RUINED me! I don’t have that much in my account. All my checks are going to bounce because of your stupidity. I’m RUINED”! DH and I were still holding on to each other and I was merely snickering at this point but now the elderly ladies screeched at us, “You people should be ashamed of yourselves! This isn’t funny! You’re sick…that’s what you are! You should just leave and not come back.”

We left and laughed all the way to the car. It really *wasn’t* funny, but even now when remembering the incident, I fall out laughing. Oh, and the charges were removed later that day by the shop owner. I just had to ask next time I went in. Apparently things got worse after we left as shop owner said it was a nightmare…whatever that means.

 

[jackskellingtonsgirl]

Yep. I laugh at all sorts of things that aren't funny. And the harder I try to stop, the more I laugh.

The one that always gets me is saying the Pledge of Allegiance in a crowd. I know - NOT funny. But for some reason it makes me laugh. And what makes it worse is I KNOW it's coming. I KNOW as soon as a whole auditorium of people starts "I pledge..." I will burst out laughing.

When my father died there was some confusion about the location of the wake. I phoned the funeral home to sort it out. The man said they moved us to a larger room or venue or something. I said "Oh, good. Because there are a lot of people in my family who don't like each other. Having more room will make it less likely that a fight will break out." The dude was completely silent. Oops. I was mostly joking.

 

[jackskellingtonsgirl]

One day when DS was walking back to our table at Crystal Palace he got his thumb stuck in the back of a chair. They are wrought iron chairs, and the backs are all ornate. He didn't realize his thumb was stuck until he YANKED the chair out into the aisle. He was MORTIFIED, and it really hurt. Well, I BURST out laughing. He got back to our table and he was so embarrassed and in pain, but I could NOT stop laughing.

My great grandma was Catholic. When we went to her funeral the priest had this goblet that he stuck in a box on the wall. I didn't grow up going to church, so I kept waiting for the priest to go back and fling the box open and shout "TA-DAH!" and the goblet would be gone. But that didn't happen. And as he kept talking and I kept thinking about the disappearing goblet trick I got rather tickled and started to laugh. Not good.

 

[Bluestars]

My parents and I went to choose a casket after my grandfather died. I almost burst out laughing when the salesperson who was showing the caskets said, "This one has a lifetime guarantee." It took every ounce of restraint I had to hold in my laughter.

 

[Abbie]

When my mom knew she was nearing the final stages of colon cancer, she and I went to the local mortuary and made her final arrangements. A very nice lady helped us make all the plans for her cremation and memorial service. The poor woman must have thought we were absolutely mad, I made so many inappropriate jokes and mom and I were laughing throughout. But, seriously, sometimes if you don't laugh, you'll cry. Always better to laugh. It helps ease the tension of some very difficult moments.

My family is a bunch of jokesters so we are often inappropriate but it's just another way to deal. This reminded me of a week or so after Dad was cremated, my DH, me, DD and her fiance were sitting at the kitchen table with a woman who they were interviewing about making their wedding cake. We were all tasting the samples and enjoying ourselves when the doorbell rang and there was the man from the crematorium, delivering my Dad. I couldn't help myself, I said something like "Oh that's Dad alright, he never could pass up cake!"

It didn't help that the man doing the delivery could have been a twin to Lurch, he was very serious and morose. And the whole time he was going over the paperwork, death certificates, etc. I was stifling the giggles! I think it was the only way I could cope with being handed that box!