Yesterday, I was in one of those instances, where laughing was NOT a good idea. However, the man singing behind me was very loud and unfortunately very tone deaf. I do not think I sing well, but I do know that I do not sing anywhere near how this man sang. I give him credit for belting it out, but because of this, I couldn't sing for fear of bursting out laughing.
One poor woman passed out during a prayer.
At one of the songs, when we stood up, a woman had a tissue plastic wrapper stuck to her butt.
This is crap I wait for in a normal day. I think when I see something funny happen, "oh boy, I can't wait to blog about this." It puts me in an uncomfortable position when these things happen at a very serious "assembly". I am wanting to laugh, but at the same time wanting to cry.
I have always related to Mary Tyler Moore and this sealed the deal for me. Where was my friend, Rhoda, when I needed her?
I hear ya! We were at my grandfather's funeral and my cousin, who lived in town, had brought a few toys for our kids to quietly play with while the adults all visited. Gavin was about 18 months old at the time and spied a really cool fire truck in the collection of toys, and was very excited, screaming out "fire-truck!" over and over again in that adorable, but incredibly loud and high-pitched voice of a young toddler. Except that he couldn't say "truck". Instead, he was screaming out repeatedly "fire-f**k!" over and over again. Thankfully my cousin has a cackle like mine so our combined cackling kept others from hearing my toddler dropping the f-bomb in the middle of a funeral home (although that meant we got the dirty looks from all Grandpa's old, codger-butt friends).
I don't think I could have kept it together. I would have had to laugh and tried to make it sound like a cough.
One time in church my friend had to sneeze and whispered to her young daughter to get her a napkin out of her purse so her daughter handed her something as she sneezed and it was "Lightdays" pad. My friend and the people around her did not even try to contain their laughter.
I can't believe that you didn't get the pic of the napkin wrapper!
I am the QUEEN of this sort of socially unacceptable behavior!
It has gotten me into hot water on numerous occasions and for some reason, people don't understand me....
even when I try to explain to them that, "No... I DON'T think that it's funny that you fell down and hurt yourself..... Really!" (even as the tears of hysteria are flowing)
All I can say to you is - great minds think alike! ;)
This makes me feel better that its not only me!
I liked MTM but loved Rhoda. I always wanted her to be my friend.
A couple of weeks ago in church a woman walked down the aisle with the back of her skirt tucked into her pantyhose. I could have helped her, but I laughed and laughed and laughed.
I had one of the moments... my mom made a crack at my aunts funeral that made me BUST - literally... my mom played it off like I was sobbing - which made it even funnier... that's a funeral for ya!
I laughed out loud at my grandmother's funeral. Fortunately for me, all those around me thought I was crying. Her goal in life was to lead as many people to Christ as she could, she had an altar call at her funeral... it was so much like her, I had to laugh.
I know this used to happen to me, but I don't know if it does anymore. Well wait... it must. Now I'm going to have to think about it dammit.
Justine :o )
I would have left the serious assembly because I wouldn't have been able to hold it in. When the fourth sister and I were in our 20s we went to church with our mom and grandma. We got a fit of the giggles so bad that OUR GRANDMA had to separate us. Well, didn't that make it all the funnier. I cherish that memory. It still makes me giggle.
All I can say is I truly relate to MTM.
I loved that MTM episode.
The same thing happened to me on Sat. at a Bar Mitzvah we attended: the kid totally knew his Hebrew inside and out but could not "carry a tune in a bucket". It was hilarious and I was DYING, trying to keep from laughing.
I can so relate. My sister and I, on the way to my cousin's funeral, started laughing til we cried. It was SO hard to pull it together when we got there!!!
Mark sings in church, and I try to sing extra loud to save the people in front of us, haha!
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