So did I mention that I live in an “adult community”. I admit it. But actually, us adults are still kids at heart, and hopefully many of us will be, til the end!
Last night, I attended an Eagles concert with some good friends. OK, it wasn’t really the Eagles, but was an “Eagles Tribute” concert. If you blinked your eyes real fast, they looked like the Eagles from where we were sitting and the music sounded like the Eagles, so close enough, I’d say! The venue is outdoors and it was a beautiful, balmy evening.
We had a wonderful time, but I’ve got to tell you about the highlight of the evening. It’s at this point that I must warn you, my post loses all sense of “classy”, “refined”, “sophisticated”…. so read with caution.
One of my friends, I’ll call her Janet, and I decided to go to the restroom during the intermission. So did about 100 other senior ladies so we had to wait our turn in the proverbial line. Finally, it was our turn, which we took hastily keeping in mind another 100 women behind us. As we were both washing our hands at the sink, from one of the cubicles came the loudest, loveliest explosions of flatulence that I’ve ever heard. Not once, but twice, nope, three times. Well, may I say, I could not look Janet in the eyes as she and I retreated to the path back to the concert. With heads down, we passed a line of startled women looking much like deer in the headlights. Finally, we made it back to the path. It is there that we finally looked at each other and broke into the best laugh I’ve had in months. For the rest of the evening, all we had to do was look at each other and glorious mirth would take over once again.
Thank you God for the ability to laugh — hard.
That’s Hiiiiiilarious!! ;oD
That was ME in the stall, Sue…… I never COULD hold my gas ……..
I knew I was taking a big chance of offending someone I knew. It is such a SMALL world, isn’t it?!