Laughing along the way

I have come to love going to the Checotah McDonalds for my daily diet dr. pepper before work because they give me such good comedy material.  In the past had the discussion with the one girl who didn’t know raisins were a fruit.  Then a couple of weeks ago, the sign that said no $50 or $100 bills ALOUD.  Today as I pulled up, there was a handwritten sign taped to the menu board that said, Sorry no boy toys.  When the lady came on to take my order I said “ well, I was gonna order a boy toy but since you are out of them I guess I’ll just take a diet dr. pepper”  She didn’t say anything for a second.  Then she started laughing.  Oh, she said, you mean happy meal toy!.  I said, “yea you might want to write in no happy meal boy toys.”   Then as I pulled up to pay, I noticed the car in front of me had a tag that read 069hor .   I think I’d refuse that tag if it were mine!  She was probably there for a boy toy.

Sometimes you write or say something and it comes out entirely different than you intended. The other day I was going somewhere and the Little Caesar pizza advertiser people were standing on the corner with signs.  Normally, I don’t pay attention.  But apparently, the girls that were advertising the pizza were going on to a swim party next because they had on bikini tops, cut off shorts and were holding signs that said “hot and ready”.  That seems a little creepy to me.  Bet they had lots of “ boy toys” doing a double take. 

  

Last week I did an in-service on stress.  At the end of my “talk” I handed out smiley face stress balls.  Immediately following, we had an insurance rep come to talk to us about insurance.  I told the insurance lady that I had the group ready and de-stressed and told her about the stress balls.  A little later in her presentation, right before she told us the price on the insurance, she said now is everyone ready to hear the rates, everyone stress free?  If not, squeeze your balls.”  There was a short moment of silence before someone began to laugh.  The insurance lady turned red and her boss who was observing said to me afterwards that he owed me one.   He was able to see how his new “presenter” handled “stress”.  LOL  Suprisingly, I think her little slip up relieved more stress than my presentation.  Laughter is good for the soul.

Which is why I love making people laugh. 

 Many years ago, when I was in Insurance, we had a group called Insurance Women of Muskogee and I was in charge of guest speakers.  I had this lady come who was a humorist and worked for the Oklahoma Clown Hall of Fame.   She and many others like her went around to hospitals and made people laugh.  I remember thinking “I could do that”.  That was 20 years ago.  Maybe I’ll look into that and see if that organization still exists.  There is nothing quite so fulfilling to me than to make someone laugh or smile.

Sometimes, it’s inadvertently.  Sometimes it’s on purpose like when I do a comedy performance.  The ad-libbed comments that produce laughter are definitely my favorite both to initiate and to have happen to me.  My mom and I had a lot of moments like that.  She was the queen of silly.  She was constantly saying”LeeAnn, tell them about the time you……”  Always, some funny thing that had happened to me.  Ironically, she thought I was hilarious and I thought the same about her.  She could make me smile and laugh like no other.  

I don’t know if I actually have more funny things happen to me than other people or if I just look for the humor in everything and find it.  Maybe it’s a combination of both.  There was one period of time where I penned several chapters of a book that I am working on….kind of an autobiographical thing…..with such titles as  Love Hurts (written when a painting fell off the wall and slashed my face at a very inopportune time if you get my drift)  Biting that Hand that Feeds You  about picking up the stray Yorkie that was about to get run over only to be bitten, crapped on and forced to endure the rabies series of shots…..all because of a 2 pound dog   I Can’t See Clearly because I Swallowed my lenses…about swallowing my contact lenses  due to using a hotel cup to float them in overnight when I didn’t have a case and getting up in the middle of the night for a drink” and many, many more experiences that I felt compelled to write down.

Last week I had to go to the doctor because of a sore throat and congestion that wasn’t getting any better.  As usual, by the time the appointment rolled around I was feeling good again but thought I better get checked out anyway just in case I needed an antibiotic.  The doctor said, hop up here on the table and let me take a look at your throat.  I hopped up on the table and as he was examining my throat my bra decided to unhook itself and the force of the boobies being unleashed caused my shirt to pop up and hit him in the chin.  He stood back kinda stunned.    I was mortified but recovered  and made some comment about maybe it was time for my yearly breast exam….and then had him turn his back while I took off my shirt and re-hooked the bra, and he finished examining my throat. LOL  He was still red faced when I left the examining room.

Tonight I am auditioning for a role in a comedy play that Muskogee Little Theater is doing.  I have never auditioned for a “role” before.  I am sure there will be a lot of qualified real actresses there to audition.  I figure what the heck.  It’s something I haven’t done and you know me and my quest of adventure.  I figure it its meant to be it’ll be.  If not, then I will have one more experience to add to my repertoire and I am sure that it will be memorable regardless of the outcome. The fact that I am attending a Memorial Service where I’m sure I’ll be cryingand going straight from there to a theater to audition for a comedy role is proof that I am a very versatile individual.

I’d tell myself break a leg, but I probably would. 

Laughs,

LeeAnn