It usually begins in a very reserved atmosphere. One in which adults are expected to act as serious, composed grownups.
And then it happens.
It doesn't have to involve pants falling down.
It can just be a look, a word, or a sound.
It begins with a snort,
my eyes start to tear,
and my stomach starts to ache.
My nose starts to run,
and I silently wish I had invested in my first pack of Depends.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't stop.
I let out a noise that sounds like a smothered dolphin.
The harder I try,
the more impossible it is to stifle
inescapable blubbering giggle.