Laugh and the world laughs with you

Last week, as I stood on the corner waiting for my son to get out of school, this little girl began running down the sidewalk. She tripped and did a faceplant. It was the mother of all faceplants. Somehow she was okay. She got up dusted herself off and began running again.

I don't even think I can describe it accurately. I mean she fell and her face hit the sidewalk while her feet were still up in the air. It was amazing. I stood there pressing my lips together to keep from laughing out loud.

Yes, I know I'm going to hell, thank you very much.

I felt very bad for my urge to laugh. It reminded me of all the times I've watched ski accidents. I don't know what it is about ski accidents that makes me laugh. I mean, I'm horrified too ya know. It's like I'm so horrified I have to laugh at the comical way the skier is doing cartwheels down the hill. Because what else can I do? I mean I know it's not funny, but try telling your body to stop laughing. It's not so easy.

Don't you hate it when someone is trying to tell you something funny, but they start laughing in the middle of the story? So then you start laughing because they're laughing. Then they finally manage to tell you the story and it wasn't that funny afterall. Dude I premature laughed for that? Man.

What is it about a laugh? What makes some things funny to some but not others? Am I the only one that laughs at inappropriate times? What's with all these questions?

I hope I never do a faceplant on skis, because karma's a bitch. And I've got it coming to me.