Did I ever tell you about the time I got kicked out of class?
It was a Spanish language intensive in Oaxaca, Mexico, where I spent the first semester of my senior year. Something was funny–I don’t remember what–and my classmate and I locked eyes and started to laugh. Since we were in class, and our teacher was kind of strict, we immediately looked away and tried to pull ourselves together.
Whatever it was, I know it wasn’t that funny, but we could. Not. Stop. We laughed uncontrollably, and when our teacher sent us out of the room to compose ourselves we laughed even harder. It probably took us ten minutes to calm down. A classic case of church giggles.
I mention this because a similar thing happened at Saturday’s wedding. When the bride and groom knelt for the marriage blessing, they accidentally slid the kneeler forward on the tile floor.
I know. It’s barely funny at all. The three of us laughed and immediately tried to stop. And . . . we failed. I would stop, and then the bride would start, and then I would start again. We passed that laugh around for what felt like ten minutes at least. I knew that almost no one had seen the (again, not very funny) reason for our laughter, so I was especially mortified.
Of course, no one sent me out of the room. (Pro Tip: A pastor is an essential component of a church wedding.) And even though it felt like forever, it was probably only a two minute laugh break. (Wedding guests, if it was longer than two minutes, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.) After some deep breaths, some staring at the floor, and two pastoral intonations of “Let us pray”, we made it through the rest of the ceremony.
It was embarrassing, but it was also kind of great. Even though they had no idea what was funny, most people joined in the laughter. So we surrounded the couple with our prayers, our support, our love, and our laughter. And it was good.
What was your worst / best case of church giggles?