If there's one thing I'm guilty of, it's inappropriate laughing.
It happens to me all the time. I can't help it, and often end up feeling pretty bad about it. I'm a bit of a softy and hate to hurt people's feelings, so laughing right in some poor unfortunate person's face is a bit of a drawback.

But sometimes I just can't help it.

Many years ago, I had been dragged to the shops with my ex. She was busilly rooting around in Boots looking for whatever it was she used to smear on her face to stop her evil soul peeping through, so I busied myself staring blankly at beauty products. And then this poor man shambled into my line of sight.

I have no idea what disability this poor fellow had, but there he was, bravely struggling along the aisle towards me. He was pulling off the prize winning entry to the world's silliest walk competition and gurning away as he went, and my brain just imploded. For a split second, I thought he was doing the funny walk for a laugh, but a tiny little part of my brain kicked in just in time to stop me pointing and laughing out loud. It was, however, too late to stop myself from completely cracking up. It was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it, so I bravely collapsed sideways out of the aisle with my hand clamped over my mouth, knocking items from shelves as I went.

The look my ex gave me when I told her why I had tears streaming down my face! Utter disgust. After the initial shock had died down, I felt absolutely disgusted with myself too.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 2:24, 1 reply)

'Clicks' for this:
"She was busily rooting around in Boots looking for whatever it was she used to smear on her face to stop her evil soul peeping through."
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 16:42, closed)