Salt Water

Uncontrollable Laughter Occasion One:

            It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break when my roommate, Caroline, and I got an entire restaurant to laugh. Caroline, my friend, Bryan, and I were finally relaxing after all of the stress most of our professors were putting on us, like they always do, right before any holiday. We all decided to go to Fuzzy’s at twelve for no apparent reason other than I just really wanted chips and queso. All of us had gotten our food and were all so hungry we were not even talking because we were too busy eating as much as possible as fast as we could. Then, all of a sudden Caroline scoots over in the booth and whispers to me “I have been pouring salt in Bryan’s drink for the past couple of minutes and he has not noticed. Help me distract him.”

            I burst out laughing because how was it possibly for him to not taste all the salt she was putting in to his drink. I wanted to see it actually happen in person, so I said, “Bryan look at those shorts. Would you ever wear those?” Of course I did not listen to the answer; I was too focused on Caroline taking the salt shaker and shaking salt into his water. By the way, it was not like there was a lot of water in the cup to where the salt would not be as recognizable. He had maybe one-fourth of those cheap plastic cups filled. Then, he decided to call one of my other roommates. After he got off the phone, by that time the surrounding tables had caught on to what Caroline and I were doing, and were all staring. Bryan asked, “Was I talking on the phone too loudly? Everyone is looking at me.” How in the world could he notice that people were staring at him, but could not figure out, for the life of him, that his drink had a disproportionate amount of salt in it?

Caroline kept saying, “Bryan you are really dehydrated. You need to drink the rest of your water, then we can leave.” Bryan chugged the little bit of water he had left. He then exclaimed, “You guys have been putting stuff into my drink.” He said it loudly enough to where the tables around us found out that he knew. Consequently, Caroline, the restaurant, and I all burst out into laughter. My stomach started to hurt because of all the laughter I had been trying to hold in the entire time. The rupture of laughter in the restaurant was the weirdest, but coolest feeling knowing we were responsible for someone’s hysterical laugh that night.