Last night I realized something about myself. Even though I’m almost 28 years old, I still have the maturity level of a 13 year old. I still get the giggles, and I still get the giggles at the most inappropriate times/places. Take last night for an example….
Most Wednesday nights you can find me at church. My church has a large singles program and we meet every Wednesday night for a midweek service. Last night was no exception. The service was going like most Wednesday nights services; someone from class gave a welcome speech, we sang songs, had a prayer, and listened to a speaker. It was when the speaker started talking that I realized my maturity level was the same as my Sunday morning 4th graders. The speaker was delivering a wonderful lesson. He had reached the height of his lesson when all the sudden someone farted. And not just someone, someone sitting four seats down from me. Also, this wasn’t just a fart- it was a rock your world fart. It was loud, and the entire class heard the fart.
As you can probably guess I did not hold my laughter in very well. But to be fair not many people did. The guy sitting next to me kept whispering multiple comments in my ear. Yeah, that didn’t help at all! When I finally gained composure the guy let out another fart. Blogger World, I kid you not. The guy farted twice! The second one caused me to lose it. I giggled so much that my eyes began watering. I would finally gain composure and then I would see or hear someone else start giggling; and it would cause me to lose it all over again. This behavior went on for the remainder of service. Needless to say, I didn’t hear much of speaker’s lesson. The speaker had my attention until the farts came ripping out.
My friends and I did come to the conclusion that there was no way you could have walked out of Wednesday night service without breaking a smile. We also decided that no matter how old you get, farts are still going to be funny.