Succumbing to uncontrollable manic laughter and tears in a public place is a risk one may encounter upon venturing into the blogosphere. Such was the dilemma husband Walter and I encountered on a Father’s Day jaunt to Coffee Fusion, our favorite coffee shop.
The incident actually occurred on Saturday, the day we chose to celebrate an early Father’s Day, but a bit more on that celebration another time. Hubby and I were happily and quietly settled in, both with our earphones.
Husband Walter . . .
. . . and I indulge in unobtrusive listening.
I had clicked on the link to a video of Golf Brooks singing “Senior Moments.”
Even though the video was slow loading and would pause every now and then while the Internet service overcame its own senior moments, the closed captioning kept me on track with the words. By the time he got to the verse about Rogaine and Viagra, my modest giggles erupted into loud, unladylike belly laughs and I collapsed over my keyboard.
An alarmed hubby jerked off his earphones to find out what was wrong.
“Video,” I gasped. “Senior moments.”
I offered to email the link. He declined the offer, confident he could find it on YouTube. But first, he said, he would finish listening to Tony Bennett singing “I Left My Heart in San Francisco.”
I went back to reading blogs that I follow. Suddenly I realized Hubby was distraught, slumped forward, shoulders shaking, hands to his forehead. My heart started racing. I saw actual tears falling onto to the lenses of his glasses.
“So funny,” he squeaked out. “The Rogaine and Viagra pill mixup!”
I am placing the blame for our unnaturally raucous behavior firmly where it belongs, on Ronni Bennett and her June 16 “Interesting Stuff” post here.
If laughter is powerful medicine, and I believe it is, then we were dangerously close to overdosing.