My dad is a frequent traveler and when he is gone he sends daily videos to his grandsons keeping them updated on the fun and interesting parts of his journey. Earlier this year he traveled to the Philippines with a colleague and the whole family received the following story from him in an email. It was quite funny, so I asked his permission to share it here on Life Where We Are. Enjoy!
Pastor Zabala is so much fun to travel with. He either knows everyone in the Philippines, or he acts like he does. Last Monday we were in a Manila taxi less than 60 seconds before he was pulling the taxi driver’s beard! I laugh now just thinking about it.
Today, on the flight from Manila to Davao, I had the window seat and Pastor Zabala the middle seat. A strange man was sitting in the aisle seat. The flight attendant came by asking what we would like to drink – coffee, tea or water. I decided on tea. She poured me a cup of tea and gave me a little plastic bag with sugar, creamer, serviette and stir stick. Unlike some airlines that serve lukewarm tea, Philippine Airlines tea is wonderfully hot. I was trying to get the amenities packet open. It was child proof and, apparently, Johnny proof, too. As I tried to tear the plastic apart, my hand slipped and I knocked the whole cup of steaming tea into Pastor Zabala’s lap…and the lap of the man next to him.
I think I’m fairly descriptive, and good with words, but it is beyond my abilities to do justice to what happened the next few minutes.
Pastor Zabala had his seat belt on, his tray table down and, as I mentioned, was in the center seat. He began to move, jerk, squirm and say, “OWWWWWW, OWWWWW,OWWWWW!!!!” He was coming up as far out of his seat as his seat belt and tray table would allow, slapping at his legs.
The lady sitting in front of him turned around and gave him a dirty look that he interpreted as, “What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you just shut up?” The man next to him was disgustedly trying to wipe the tea off his own pants. He was not impressed and it showed.
Pastor Zabala gave me an angry look and said, “What’s wrong with you?” He thought I had done it on purpose! We had tea spilled across all three seats but most of it wound up on him.
Once I realized that he was not seriously hurt, I started to laugh. I was apologizing and trying not to laugh. I was trying to choke it back. It came out in guffaws, gasps, whines and tears. I was literally shaking uncontrollably with laughter. The man in the aisle, hearing my struggle and seeing the tears flowing down my face felt bad for me. He kept saying, “That’s ok. It was just an accident.”
My daughter has always laughed at the rest of the family if we accidentally hurt ourselves. We’ve always wondered where she got this sadistic streak. At long last, I think I might have the answer.
I must admit, I am guilty of laughing uncontrollably when my friends and family get hurt, or scared. Do you find humour in the misfortune of others? Admit it in the comments!