What was the last thing that gave you a real,authentic,tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?
The story I intend to write is one I heard from a gentleman who is the main character in this. Let me describe his looks first which will make it clear, why I found it so funny.
He was tall and had a rosy complexion, if anyone saw him would at once mistake him for an Englishman.
This gentleman whose name I’ve forgotten was a Pakistani. He was travelling to London by British Airways. An hour later the flight attendant served food, the gentleman was hungry and the food looked attractive, he immediately got ready to eat, he was about to put a morsel of food in his mouth when he felt a pat on his back, he looked around and saw another Pakistani trying to tell him something, he stopped eating and asked what he wanted to say. The man behind him said, “The food you’re about to eat is pork.”
The man thanked him and put the food away, the flight attendant wanted to know if there was a problem, he nodded and said nothing.
The gentleman stood up to stretch himself, he had no idea he was obstructing the view of a fellow passenger a few rows behind him. he looked right at him but the guy was angry and said something to him ,the Pakistani gentleman did not understand a word he said, to make him aware he didn’t know English he pulled out his shirt, i.e. “I am not an Englishman”, his plan did not work because his fellow passenger thought the guy was challenging him to a duel. He also pulled out his shirt and was coming towards him to punch him out.
The other Pakistani who was fluent in English stood up and saved the situation,he explained his friend does not speak English, he felt if he pulled his shirt out the man in the back row would understand.
The gentleman acted out everything that happened that day, I must admit he was doing a superb job. I could not stop laughing for a while, it was an authentic ,real laugh which ached my belly.