I've Laughed Out Loud Remembering Something Funny
Way back when I was in my 20s, in the late 1960s, I was living with my boyfriend and another guy who was our friend. We had rented an apartment in a questionable neighborhood in Portland, Oregon.
The three of us were each looking for work and struggling. My boyfriend's crazy sense of humor kept us going.
In the evenings, after our day long job searches, we'd sit on pillows on the wooden floor of our unfurnished apartment and play board games, drink beer, smoke pot, tell jokes and laugh.
One evening, to our surprise (because we knew no one in Portland), there was a knock on our door. My boyfriend, who was closest to our door, got up and opened the door.
He glanced through the doorway once, quickly, then, with a straight face, he said, "It's for you, Laura." He walked away from the door and sat back down resuming his contemplation of our Monopoly game.
I got up, surprised, wondering a bit nervously who had found me here. I walked to the door and when I saw a stranger, man in the traditional classic raincoat exposing himself...I burst into sudden explosive laughter!
And, as I laughed, the raincoat man...uh...wilted. I'd obviously spoiled his mood. That made me burst out laughing all over again.
Finally, trying to top my boyfriend's one-liner, I looked at the pervert and asked, "Do you do this sort of thing often?"
The man turned around and ran. I fell back down on my floor pillow screaming with laughter as my boyfriend rolled another joint and my friend popped the top on another Blitz beer. We laughed off and on for about 20 minutes.
Note to raincoated perverts: Don't expose yourself to a bunch of stoned hippies in the middle of a pot and Monopoly party.
Over the years, I smile and sometimes still laugh about the incident.
The three of us were each looking for work and struggling. My boyfriend's crazy sense of humor kept us going.
In the evenings, after our day long job searches, we'd sit on pillows on the wooden floor of our unfurnished apartment and play board games, drink beer, smoke pot, tell jokes and laugh.
One evening, to our surprise (because we knew no one in Portland), there was a knock on our door. My boyfriend, who was closest to our door, got up and opened the door.
He glanced through the doorway once, quickly, then, with a straight face, he said, "It's for you, Laura." He walked away from the door and sat back down resuming his contemplation of our Monopoly game.
I got up, surprised, wondering a bit nervously who had found me here. I walked to the door and when I saw a stranger, man in the traditional classic raincoat exposing himself...I burst into sudden explosive laughter!
And, as I laughed, the raincoat man...uh...wilted. I'd obviously spoiled his mood. That made me burst out laughing all over again.
Finally, trying to top my boyfriend's one-liner, I looked at the pervert and asked, "Do you do this sort of thing often?"
The man turned around and ran. I fell back down on my floor pillow screaming with laughter as my boyfriend rolled another joint and my friend popped the top on another Blitz beer. We laughed off and on for about 20 minutes.
Note to raincoated perverts: Don't expose yourself to a bunch of stoned hippies in the middle of a pot and Monopoly party.
Over the years, I smile and sometimes still laugh about the incident.
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