"Bam" and laughter - when you really shouldn't

Hello all!

OK, so in case you didn't know - I LOVE to scare people. And even when it happens unintentionally, I laugh like a little school girl. Oh, how I laugh.

And one of those unintentional scares happened today at work. I had loaded up a wagon with a bunch of heavy boxes. And so in our cooler there are two separate rooms. To get to the other room you have to go through swing doors.

I saw one of my co-workers on the other side of the swing doors but didn't think much of it. So, I barge through the doors with the wagon leading the way and my co-worker jumps out of his skin. But he seems a little flustered and doesn't say anything about scaring him. So, my first instinct is to laugh so hard but I feel like it would be not nice to say that he was scared.

So, then becomes the near impossible task of not laughing. This always happened to me at night church when I a kid. I used to always want to burst out laughing at something my cousin or my sister would say. There's something that makes it worse when you know you can't burst out laughing.

So, I unload my cart facing the wall, smiling so big. Finally, I go back to the warehouse and freely chuckle to myself. Cause, well, scaring people is just that funny.

I still laugh to this day about a time that my two roomies, Laura and Melody, scared each other by accident in our basement apartment. It was seriously the funniest thing ever. If you'd like to hear that story - let me know I will tell you the humourous tale.

So, what's the best scare you've had or given? Or what's your tale of the forbidden laughter?

The Crazies Edition - My Experience with Pot

Hello All!

So, as you know, I am living in Edmonton currently. This city is full of interesting characters. I attribute it to the northern climate. You know, people go crazy with such long winters. And there are long winters and many crazies here as a result. It doesn't really matter what neighbourhood you live in either.

I would consider my neighbourhood to be pretty basic middle class type living. So, I was walking home from church on a Saturday evening. The sun was just setting so it was getting darker as I walked home. About 5 minutes from my house, I saw this man walking toward me. He was kinda walking funny and he had these huge rubber boots on with his jogging pants tucked into them. Under my breath, I was like "dear Jesus, please keep me safe." Then as I got closer he turned his back to me and had his feet spread apart. Then my heart started beating a little more. I was like what is he doing and how am I going to get around him? I got closer and closer and as just as I was about to pass him, he turned around and looked me right in the eye.

I thought he was smoking a cigarette but then I smelled the smoke and realized it definitely was not. Living at the house I did in University, I know the smell of pot so well. Eh, Keefer ladies? The people who lived above us, smoked it a lot.

And so, anyway, as I walked quickly past him, he said to me:

"Sorry about the pot smoke."

I mean what do you say to that? I didn't want to engage him in conversation so I said, "Oh, that's OK." And then he yelled after me, "You're welcome."

Most of the crazies here are pretty harmless but I must say that I have feared more for my safety here than in Toronto. But there are definitely a lot of crazies. Dang winters.