Because she wants us to laugh a little every weekend, Shakira of, You Are Never Alone, hosts the Weekend Funnies meme. Shakira says she doesn’t care if we make up our own memes or post some of those endless jokes that fill our email boxes. She just wants us to share a bit of laughter while visiting each other on the net. Check out Shikira’s blog for the other players and come laugh with us.
My Freshman year in High School a big snow storm stopped the buses but school remained open for the walkers. I rode the bus and shouldnâ€™t have had to go to school, however my dad drove right by on his way to work and saw no reason for me to miss classes. He delivered me to school a full hour before my normal arrival time.
I stepped into the building and the halls stretched far and wide, wider than I ever realized and completely empty. Deliciously, temptingly, empty! To my right, halfway down the hall, was an exit sign suspended by chains. The tall kids used to jump up and hit it as they passed under. There was no way I would ever be tall enough to do that, but I wanted to. Perhaps, with a running start â€¦.
Paying no mind to the fact that I was wearing a full circle skirt, I ran like the wind, jumped as high as I could and gave the sign a satisfying and resounding whack. I landed several seconds before my skirt did. No big deal since I was alone, except â€“as I landed, full of joy in my accomplishment, laughter and clapping rang out behind me.
I turned around and stared in horror at Chris, a gorgeous senior boy all the girls giggled over. He was lounging in the alcove by the office doorway. With a huge grin on his face he drawled, â€œWell hello pretty pink panties.â€ And from that day forward every time we passed in the halls, he called me, Pretty Pink Panties.
However, that was not the end of my sexy panties story. Eight years later I was sitting in a night club with three of my girl-friends. One of them was showing off her flashy engagement ring and telling us all about The Proposal. We were talking and laughing and teasing her, making wedding plans and dreaming dreams, when the waitress interrupted us with the delivery of a very frothy pink drink — for me.
“I didn’t order that,” I said.
“The gentleman at the bar did,” the waitress said. And then, visibly uncomfortable she whispered, “He told me if I said, Pretty Pink Panties, you’d understand.”
Of course I laughed. I did understand. Both the waitress and I turned toward the bar, but no one was there. It didn’t matter. With that one little gesture he transformed embarrassment into romance, and it was sweet.