At what length have you gone to makes someone laugh? (house, best)
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He was one of the nicest guys I ever dated and had it all, great and funny personality and employed and had a well rounded life. Humor was our mutual vice.
One morning around 6 a.m. I had a friend of mine (who is gay and also knew French as his first language) come over with a tux and I had my mom's silver tray and lids and some other stuff I took from hotel rooms. We went to McDonald's and got an egg McMuffin, hash browns, coffee. And then we put it on the plate with the silver cover on a silver platter and a note with a waiter on it that said, "Do not leave this outside your door when finished, call ###-####and then my friend delivered it and came back to my house and we were cracking up. I got a call alright and he was laughing so hard which made me start laughing.
To what extent have you gone to make someone's day or made them laugh?
When I was in my 20s I worked in an office with a bunch of young people who were always joking and cutting up. One afternoon I received a package from a department store, a table lamp I had ordered. My office was way at the back of our department, so I carried the large carton to my desk and started unpacking it.
Suddenly I had an inspiration. I put the lampshade on my head, then sashayed down the entire length of the office, doing my very best imitation of a runway model. I was expecting hooting, catcalls or laughter, but strangely, though, no one reacted. Something didn't seem right. You could have hear a pin drop in our normally raucous office.
Curious, I removed the lampshade and lo and behold, I was standing right in front of Mr. Francis A. Martin III. He was the company's executive vice-president and heir to the company's founders, a blue-blood type whom everyone was in awe of and who had no discernible sense of humor whatsoever. There he stood in his three-piece pinstripe suit and silk tie, looking at me. And he wasn't laughing.
"Nice hat you've got there," he said. I mumbled something, but I was so embarrassed I don't remember what my reply was. Later the people in the office said that they had seen me coming in one direction and Mr. Martin in the other direction. We were on a collision course, it was too late to warn me, so there was nothing they could do but sit there and watch!
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