In the paper this morning, someone was described as being bold and funny. Can a person be both bold and funny at the same time? I keep seeing my daughters as children. They could be funny ---they could also be bold if they needed to be. But both at the same time? Well, yeah, I suppose they could.
Then I thought of something my youngest did as a child. It was the day of her first communion, about 40 years ago. In our church, there were two aisles and three seating sections. The communicants were all seated in the first three rows of the smaller left section. As parents, we sat directly behind them, starting with row four.
The children were all dressed up, the boys in suits and ties, the girls in white dresses and white shoes. As the priest droned on, my thoughts rambled, “Oh, she looks so cute in her communion dress. It’s almost over, then we’ll go somewhere for lunch.”
… and that’s when it happened. In the silence of the church, amid a pause in the priest’s homily, was the unmistakable blast of a huge fart. On the wooden pew, it echoed loudly.
Just as I started to wonder from whence it came … my daughter stood, and in one bold move, she turned around, hands on her hips, and with a scowl on her face, she faced the entire congregation and stared everyone down for a full minute.
If you ask me, I think it was a triple dog dare for anyone in the church to smile, laugh, or snicker. Then she turned back around and quietly sat down. If there was ever any doubt where the fart came from, that cleared it right up.
It was “bold” and “funny” as hell ...
Surprisingly, it even silenced the priest for more than a few seconds and throughout the church, not a snicker was heard.
It was perfectly silent …