my humor is very much tightly packed inside me, and no one else gets it.
last week, i was in a sandwich shop, and before i was asked what i wanted, i overheard a woman talking to another woman, and i heard her say "he wouldn't leave me alone on friday, so when i saw him walking toward me yesterday i just did a 360 and walked off" and i collapsed into a convulsion of laughter (at the moment the woman behind the counter asked me what i wanted).
i rapidly walked out of the shop attempting to suppress my laughter, and after i had calmed down, i walked back in and tried to resume my ordering process, and the woman behind the counter said "what was so funny" and i said " i just got a joke i was told yesterday" and that triggered another laughing fit, and i again had to leave, but that time i went home.
i think the counter people in that shop think i am insane now, and the next time i go there, i will probably laugh at their worried expressions and have to leave again without ordering.
laughing is a kind of curse to me. they have no idea why i was laughing and i could never tell them because people do not think in the way i do, and if i tried to say why i was laughing, i would go into another laughing fit when i saw their puzzled expressions.
the woman who said she did a 360 was to blame really.