tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post3907413157390833891..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: ...and it's Pathological Laughter by a noseWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-88417200635775452732007-11-05T12:16:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:16:00.000-05:00Oh Brenda how I do sympathize with you!!!! It sou...Oh Brenda how I do sympathize with you!!!! It sounds like a place near Uniontown where my old boyfriend David took me on one of our first dates. I can't believe that place still exists. It definitely seemed like one of those places his mother reccommended.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-20604704585624733612007-11-05T11:51:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:51:00.000-05:00Brenda, At least you had a private place to laugh ...Brenda, <BR/>At least you had a private place to laugh -- or did other people come into the restroom and wonder?<BR/><BR/>I find that uncontrollable laughter overcomes me most often about things that don't strike anybody else as funny, so I'm not just the only person laughing, I can't stop and people are saying, 'What's funny?' and I'm too embarassed to tell them (even if I could catch my breath and talk because it's so stupid!). <BR/><BR/>For example, in a folk dance class, the instructor taught a line dance that had both male and female versions, distinguished by one difference, "the men's high knees," which, well, you know what that sound like, and it's sooooo juvenile, but I had to sit down because I was laughing too hard to keep dancing. <BR/><BR/>Or the yoga class in which a foreign born instructor described what she wanted us to do (lift our heels off the ground in mountain pose) as, "Balance on your fingers and your balls." [I'm assuming that her native language didn't differentiate fingers from toes, and she meant the balls of the feet, of course. Still, once I had the image in my mind I couldn't stop the giggles.]<BR/><BR/>Same thing at PennWriters Conference last year, when Tim Esaias used the example, "Her eyes went to the bathroom." I couldn't help but wonder how they'd flush, and so kept giggling throughout the rest of his presentation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-88026489013325580362007-11-05T11:29:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:29:00.000-05:00Brenda, we'll have to compare notes at some point....Brenda, we'll have to compare notes at some point. I think I've been to that restaurant, but it was back in the 70's when that decor was all the rage. Then again, perhaps it IS the same place and they just haven't remodeled since then...Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-20983517733370401212007-11-05T11:09:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:09:00.000-05:00Funny post, Brenda! I think we all have had bouts ...Funny post, Brenda! I think we all have had bouts of pathological laughter. I also think we've all had to frequent a restaurant such as the kind you described at one point or another. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the laugh!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-64545337115575991842007-11-05T10:47:00.000-05:002007-11-05T10:47:00.000-05:00the earlier anonymous comment was actually me. so...the earlier anonymous comment was actually me. sorry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-78160212692384799132007-11-05T10:10:00.000-05:002007-11-05T10:10:00.000-05:00Great story, Laughter is the best medicine out the...Great story, Laughter is the best medicine out there!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-85030884450761690882007-11-05T09:24:00.000-05:002007-11-05T09:24:00.000-05:00I LOVE Mary Tyler Moore! There is nothing harder ...I LOVE Mary Tyler Moore! There is nothing harder to stop than laughing in church. My father was usually the cause of it in our family. There were times when I had to go a whole mass without looking at him -just to be safe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-40366724136366335982007-11-05T09:11:00.000-05:002007-11-05T09:11:00.000-05:00My worst episode of this happened when I was marri...My worst episode of this happened when I was married to the minister, Bob Moffat. The retired men's chorus was singing in a neighboring church, we sat in the congregation, and they sang on and on and on and on. Finally, one of us started to laugh (quietly) and the other got started, and I learned there's nothing as painful as suppressed laughter. We couldn't leave, because that would have looked bad, too.<BR/><BR/>As far as I know, the retired men and still singing on and on and on and on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-52494443278669611402007-11-05T09:03:00.000-05:002007-11-05T09:03:00.000-05:00I never knew that's what that type of laughter is ...I never knew that's what that type of laughter is called. My husband and younger son, Josh cause it to happen quite frequently, even in church. I usually have to separate them (like they were three year olds).Joyce Tremelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498392016497131719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-45954106423665884132007-11-05T08:09:00.000-05:002007-11-05T08:09:00.000-05:00Brenda--what a delightful entry! Thanks for the M...Brenda--what a delightful entry! Thanks for the Monday morning laughs...albeit at your expense. I don't know if this is the same syndrome, but when my sister and I were in our 20s (she's 18 months younger than me), we'd get into this laughing jags and it always seemed to be in a restaurant. We cried but they were tears of laughter, and probably some regret that we couldn't finish our meals but still had to pay. And you have to tell us the name of the town and what "restaurant" to avoid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-28496365745189840712007-11-05T07:50:00.000-05:002007-11-05T07:50:00.000-05:00Funny you should mention pathological laughter and...Funny you should mention pathological laughter and funerals, Martha. Me and my family experienced it creating my father's Memorial Service. After intimate inquiries with good friends, I found it was not uncommon to have such a burst soon after a loved one passed away.<BR/><BR/>Maybe include it in a book sometime? Certainly one of those secrets not on public display ...<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately the same can't be said for the restaurant you went to!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-15803398724863783512007-11-05T07:27:00.000-05:002007-11-05T07:27:00.000-05:00Stained glass and foil wallpaper! Sounds wonderfu...Stained glass and foil wallpaper! Sounds wonderful. <BR/><BR/>I have no taste. I love that kind of decor. I like paintings on velvet, too. Were there any of those in the restaurant?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-46145797228575991272007-11-05T07:17:00.000-05:002007-11-05T07:17:00.000-05:00Brenda, are you old enough to remember the Mary Ty...Brenda, are you old enough to remember the Mary Tyler Moore show? The best episode ever was Mr. Peanut's funeral - an example of pathologal laughter so profound my mother had to leave the room.<BR/><BR/>Great post! and a funny way to start a Monday. Thanks!Martha Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05176667737130435985noreply@blogger.com