Laughter

The other evening I visited a woman from my church who was in the hospital. This particular hospital happens to have the slowest elevators known to man. It is literally quicker to walk up six flights of steps than it is to take the elevator up or down.

After the visit, I took the elevator down to the first floor. There were two 50-year-old women already inside and one started to accidentally get off on the wrong floor. She realized what she was doing and then it dawned on her that her friend was going to let her make that mistake because she thought it would be funny. I agree, that would have been humorous. Certainly good for a little chuckle. But they didn't chuckle, they erupted, .... and continued to erupt for a very long time.

Both women laughed for the rest of the slow trip down. Once we were off the elevator, they proceeded to laugh as we all walked through the corridors that lead to the hospital exit. I tried my hardest to get away from them, but they kept swaying back and forth through the corridor, giggling loudly, oblivious to the fact that there were other people trying to walk past them. I truly wanted to yell, "ENOUGH!" and snap them back to reality.

I began to feel like I was in a football game and needed to find an open lane through a very effective defensive line. After a few awkward and tense moments, the lane opened and I rushed past them toward the exits.

Touchdown.