More on people walking down the street…
We've covered this topic a couple times already today: Don't swing your arms funny and don't talk loudly on your cell phone. But I have one more — one that is perhaps, because of its social implications, more important than the rest.
If one man passes another on the street, if the first should burst into laughter, and if never the twain have met, the second would become disconcerted. Fly? Zipped. Hair? Combed. Shoes? Worn. Socks? Matched.
We all get the post-joke giggles. An image or thought-process result trips a mental switch, and we laugh from a memory. But can't you hold it in a moment longer, friend? I'm just trying to walk here. Or just tell me what's so funny. Please.
I might not know your roommate/girlfriend/prof, but I sure can appreciate the way he/she/(s)he "got soooo trashed"/"got soooo lost at the zoo"/"puked." You supply the punch line, and I'll supply the laughs. It'll be a bit of validation for both of us.
