I'm always laughing at the wrong time.
I see the humour in everything.
My shoe fell off just as I was about to get up and read Nana's eulogy.
It clunked and echoed all over the church.
What to do but laugh? I could've gone "Oh good Lord, just my luck, even as I am about to read my dear Nana's eulogy, I am still plagued by catastrophe!!" but it was easier for me, and nicer for the uncomfortable congregation, if I just giggled it off. Nana would have laughed and called me a gobshite anyway.
It sometimes annoys people, but mostly it lightens things.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 16:32, Reply)