When Hilarity Strikes...

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So tonight was just like any other Red Cross meeting.
Except the fact that there were only seven of us there, and the remaining regular attendees had mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth...
...Well, maybe that's a slight overstatement, but it still left us with a declined number of people there, which kinda ruined our trainer Ronnie's initial quiz plans for that evening. He had intended on setting us a small question paper based on the skeleton, and we had to name nineteen bones found within our anatomical framework. The papers would then be handed in, and the brainy sod who got most of them right would win a bottle of wine, found left over in a store cupboard somewhere (wine in a Red Cross office? How shocking! I hear you cry.) However due to the lack of people, it became a free for all, and the wine has been left to mature in its hiding place until our RC Christmas party, when undoubtedly it'll be cracked open during the festivities.
What was also rather unusual about tonight though, was the sudden attack of hilarity.
Actually, myself and Caitlind know fine what we were laughing at - this information will be kept private for the time being! But in general it was based on our Boss's way of, well, looking. I don't mean his overall appearance, I just mean his facial expressions. Okay, so this probably sounds incredibly weird to those of you who are reading this and don't know our Boss. Basically, when he pretends to tell us off for something, he has this face he pulls that is always accompanied by a pointing finger. It's predictable, and we love it, because it really is so funny; funny because we know it too well!
So the moment came when the face was pulled and the finger pointed...and that was us. I swear we laughed for almost ten minutes straight.
In fact, it became contagious. Even Charlie (a slightly older member of our team) began to chuckle. Still, no one else managed to laugh quite as long as we did. Actually, even Caitlind beat me. It was like a year's worth of laughter crammed into the space of several minutes. By the end of it, she was red in the face and crying with the strain of just smiling so much!
Poor Ronnie however had stood there for the majority of those minutes, with a confused face and looking to everyone else in the room for answers as to why we had been struck down with some kind of laughter-itis.
And the beauty of it was that no one else could explain it to him either.
Just us, and we were too busy laughing to even breathe, let alone talk.