Many years ago I was traveling back home from a trip to the beach. I was by myself on the interstate singing along with the radio when I happened to pass a station wagon full of children. When they saw me singing they started to make fun of me, mimicking my lip movements and laughing — having a great little time at my expense. But I actually thought it was funny, too. I laughed and kept on singing, then passed their car.
Minutes later I saw that same station wagon speeding up to pass me on the left. I thought that was sort of strange. Yet there we were again, side by side, those same children still laughing. But this time they weren’t just laughing at me. One or two of the children were wearing those “Groucho Marx” eyeglasses, the kind you’d buy in a novelty store, those with the big nose and the moustache attached. They were having a good little time, laughing, staring at me, and making funny faces behind those big-nosed glasses. “Just like a bunch of silly little kids,” I thought.
Finally, the station wagon that I had passed only moments ago sped up and made its way down the road. And then I saw the perfect opportunity to trump. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason I too had a pair of those same goofy Groucho Marx glasses in my car. In fact they were sitting right beside me in the front seat. I figured this moment was meant to be – that I was to get the last laugh. It was my move, so I put those glasses on and began to accelerate.
When I got close to their car, I could see that the children had all calmed down. I didn’t see them jumping around like they had been before, and I assumed they were no longer harassing passersby. As I got close enough to see their faces, I noticed that none of them were even looking up. They’d not seen me yet. “Perfect,” I thought, and began to edge up a bit closer behind them.
I switched to the left lane and slowly gained speed on the wagon, and still, the children had not yet noticed me. I accelerated just enough to get beside their car and stayed there long enough for them to sense my presence. And then it happened.
All at once those children looked up to find me there, once again by their side. But this time it was I who was sporting the big nose, the glasses and a moustache – the same kind they’d been wearing. I kept my eyes dead solid ahead on the road and stayed there just long enough for them to get an eyeful and fall out laughing. And then came time for me to enjoy the moment.
I went ahead and passed the car to get one last look at those great little children in my rearview mirror. They were all over that car, hands in the air, pointing at me, laughing harder than ever. What a great moment!
Day 17 Guide
Isn’t it wonderful to watch children laugh? It’s the way we all should laugh. Do you remember how it felt – just laughing at something silly? Try to relive a bit of that today. Turn your tickle box upside down.
© 2005, Levi Hill