Once I was in a bathroom at a public place, and came out of the stall to wash my hands. As I came up to the sink another lady was washing her hands in the sink right next to me. She looked in the mirror at herself and said "hey, how are you?" I glanced at her, "Im well, how are you?" She turned and looked at me and gave me a confused look, then she looked back down at her hands. "So how is your mom?" I looked at her wondering if I knew her or if she knew me..I couldn't recall her. So I answered back "Shes fine? Do I know you?" She gives me the same confused look and walks over to dry her hands.. then I noticed she had a Bluetooth in her ear. She walked away finishing her conversation. I just looked in the mirror and couldnt help but laugh..very hard. Then for another funny incident someone walks out of the stall looking at me like I was crazy, standing there laughing at nothing with no one. I felt very weird and left as soon as my hands where dry..
When my daughter was about three years old, we had our natural gas barbecue installed. She watched the men very closely as they connected the hoses. Finally, as they were leaving, she let them know, "When I grow up, I think that I would like to be a "hooker" too.
This is probably one of those "you-had-to-be-there" things in order for anyone else to see how funny it was; but when I was in my late teens and out with my girlfriend, we in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I wasn't experienced enough to know that in bumper-to-bumper traffic I should make sure I could clear railroad tracks before moving ahead. So, as we sat on the railroad tracks (it was a rainy, muddy, day), my car stalled right on them. She and I got out to try to push the heavy car, but we were both small girls, the old car was heavy, it was pouring, and the tracks made pushing the car more difficult. That was fine, though, because there was no train coming.
We were soaked with rain, and our feet were slipping in the mud puddles, and as we kept trying and trying (as girlfriends often do) we started to laugh. As we got laughing we started slipping more and more. It happened that the train came through that downtown area really slowly; and that was good because we were out there in "hysterics" laughing at how hopeless and urgent the situation was (with traffic backed up and waiting for my car to be moved), getting muddier and muddier all the time. Laughing made us weaker, of course; and each of us fell a time or two as we struggled in the mud. Suddenly it got more urgent because the train-warning bells started to clang, and the gate started to come down. We looked down the tracks, and the giant train was right there, lumbering at us much closer than it would have been if it was an area where trains come through faster.
We were both terrified, and yet we kept laughing hysterically at the hopelessness of the whole situation. Finally, a couple of men who had apparently wanted to stay out of the situation until they saw the train headed toward us came to the rescue and pushed the heavy, old, car off the tracks. We were a muddy, laugh-weakened, mess; but it was good to know that chivalry wasn't dead - only in a coma, I guess. Again, I'll add the disclaimer, "maybe you had to be there", as a way of covering myself in case my story is only funny to me (which, I think, is the case); but it was one of those stories that brought years of side-splitting laughter to us each time we re-hashed it again. The moral to the story: In bumper-to-bumper traffic never move ahead onto railroad tracks unless you know the car up front has moved away enough so you can clear the tracks. There's something very unnerving about knowing those yellow gates are coming down when you, your friend, and your dead car are under them.
Before we got married, my husband was going to ask my dad for my hand in marriage/permission to marry me.
We were standing in the backyard looking across the field when some groundhogs came into view to eat things out of the garden. My dad said, "There come those groundhogs again, always eating out of my garden. I think I'm going to shoot them."
My husband, a police officer, reaches down into his leg holster to get his gun to help my dad shoot the groundhogs as my dad reaches down under the table to retrieve his . . . CAMERA!
It could have been a disaster! But everything turned out okay and we all had a good laugh and my dad gave his permission for my husband to marry me.
My mother is originally from Germany and though she's very well spoken sometimes she mixes up words and it's become one of our favorite topics of discussion at family gatherings.
One of my favorites was when she and my dad were watching news of a space shuttle exploding (ok, that part is sad and not funny) and my mom asked, "Honey, do you think the pilots have time to ejaculate before they crash?"
My dad laughs and says, "I think you mean eject."
She just responds in her heavy German accent with, "It's all ze same zing, somezing is coming out"
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