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If you can remember, what's the funniest thing thats ever happened in your life?
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Not sure if this is the funniest thing that ever happened to me but one which sticks in my mind.As a short sighted teenager sitting on the top deck of a bus near the window looking down and seeing someone waving up at me. Couldn't see who it was so I just waved back and smiled and yes you've guessed it, they were waving to a girl sitting on the seat in front of me!!
Well, one of the funniest was when I was living in Egypt and I was taken to a government building to do some paperwork by my then father-in-law, who was about 50 years older than I was at the same time. At one point I had to stand next to him and while a procedure was carried out.
When we got back home my mother-in-law was distraught, crying her eyes out. Apparent one of her old friends had also been in the same building and had seen me with my father-in-law.
She assumed the worst and went straight to my mother-in-law saying: Poor, poor Nefisa, at your age, and at his age, Ali, marrying a young blonde foreigner, shame on him, etc etc etc (She must have been enjoying it)
Then I learned that it had been thought that Ali was taking another wife!
What a to-do-.
When we got back home my mother-in-law was distraught, crying her eyes out. Apparent one of her old friends had also been in the same building and had seen me with my father-in-law.
She assumed the worst and went straight to my mother-in-law saying: Poor, poor Nefisa, at your age, and at his age, Ali, marrying a young blonde foreigner, shame on him, etc etc etc (She must have been enjoying it)
Then I learned that it had been thought that Ali was taking another wife!
What a to-do-.
Funny for others perhaps, but not for me at the time. After eating some dodgy prawns in Paris I suddenly felt myself caught desperately short whilst strolling around town. I was unwilling to use the café toilets as in that part of the city they were hole in the floor jobs. I eventually came across one of the then new superloos in the street. Unfortunately amongst all my coinage there wasn't a single 2 franc piece. I went into the nearest café and, unwilling just to ask for change, bought a beer, expecting some 2 franc pieces back in the change. No such luck, they were all one franc pieces. Becoming increasingly more desperate I had to ask the barman to change them for a 2f piece. I managed to get into the superloo with literally a second to spare before disaster. I did the necessary, but every time I stood up I felt the urge to go again. With nothing else to do I gazed around this establishment. It was a good job that I can read French. I was perusing all the information about this superloo until I came to the last line which read:"After 15 minutes the doors will open automatically". By my watch I had been in there for 14 minutes and 30 seconds. This was the quickest exit ever. Had I not understood French I would have been exposed in all my glory to the beau monde on the Boulevard St Michel.
It is! I dined out on that story for a few years, but every word is perfectly true. I actually omitted some details, such as the group of Spanish ladies who were queued up outside the toilet before me, making me have to walk around the block about five times before they all went. By the way, don't get me started on the time I was questioned under caution by the Sunderland CID on suspicion of murdering a prostitute.