This a.m. I was wandering the streets of this great City alone on my way to work. I thought of the following two particularly funny situations: (1) the first time I went indoor climbing; &, (2) the time I fell while crossing the street.

Unlike regular folks, I have a somewhat vivid imagination and so what may have been a normal memory to someone else became hyper-imagined / in Technicolor to me. This morning. While I was alone.

Did I mention I was alone?

This is critical because I started to laugh. Alone. And although it started off as a giggle, it turned into an all-out guffaw over which I had no control (so bad was it that I almost drooled), while I was alone and with no one to whom I could turn and say “picture it”.

So, my small recommendation for this morning is: Don’t think ‘funny’ while alone and in public. (Unless you possess enough self-control to not laugh out loud.) Otherwise, and as I quickly discovered this morning, people will think you’re a mild handicap. And I don’t define that in the Webster’s Dictionary sort of ‘handicap’, but rather, in the ‘she’s laughing alone and should be pitied, don’t stand so close to her, maybe just throw some money at her oh my god, is she drooling?’ handicap.

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