While Laughing Up a Storm

This afternoon as I was driving to Salt Lake, I had the tunes blasting and I was jamming. Not just a subtle sing-a-long, but a full on jam session: head bobbing, upper body moving to the music, hands making gestures in accordance to the lyrics, and belting the words as if I were the next finalist on American Idol. Sometimes when I'm in the car with the windows rolled up, I forget that other drivers and passengers can see me. Today was one of those times. It wasn't until I casually glanced to my right and saw that the car next to me contained two, attractive male characters just a few years older than me. Yes, these men had caught me in the act and made that very clear by busting a gut laughing at me. It wasn't a small giggle or smile they were trying to suppress. Oh no, it was a deep-belly-head back-mouth open wide-eye watering-finger pointing at the source-kind of laugh. There was no mistaking the fact that I was the source of their entertainment. Immediately, I realized what I must have looked like to innocent bystanders and wholeheartedly admit that I deserved to be laughed at. Naturally, I joined in the fun and started laughing that exact same laugh that my fellow laughers were laughing. And let me tell you, it was near impossible to focus on the traffic I was in the midst of while participating in such a laugh. Oh, it was so delightful to have a successful jamming session and one of those deep, satisfying laughs all within the course of five minutes; that doesn't occur all that often, you know. And so, despite my slight embarrassment, I'm honored to say that I was able to provide those two men with such a hearty laugh. I can only hope that they're telling the story at the dinner table tonight.