I have to preface this story by saying I hadn’t slept much in our (crappy) hotel room in Agra on Saturday night, then only napped on and off on the train Sunday, so by this time (about 6:00 or 7:00am Christmas day) I was exhausted. Exhausted.
We were driving along the streets of Varanasi and I looked over and saw a goat on the side of the road. The goat’s eyes followed mine, his expression pretty much the goat equivalent of “ya huh, whuuuuuut up?” And oh right…this goat was wearing a BASEBALL HAT.
me: uh, I think I just saw a goat wearing a baseball hat.
jeff: ya I saw it too.
Oh my god I started laughing and could.not.stop.
I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until tears were POURING down my face. My eyes weren’t just watering, my t-shirt was actually getting wet. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Our driver looked out of the corner of his eyes at me all “heh.heh? uhh?” I was pretty much incoherent at this point, so he looked back to Jeff who said “She saw a goat wearing a baseball hat.” The driver looked back to me like “…and? yes? big deal, what?”
Laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
I tried to control myself. But about five minutes later, I pictured the goat again and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. I tried to say “I wish I had a picture of that, because I would look at it every day and laugh my head off.”
Only it came out like “I w-w-w-wissssh AAAHA HA HA HA I h-h-h-h-had a AAAHA HA HA HA p-p-p-p-p-ic-t-t-t-t-ure of AAAHA HA HA HA th-th-th-that AAAHA HA HA HA” (you get the point).
Laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
I’m pretty sure by that point our driver thought I was totally insane and looked back at Jeff again. Jeff: “Still the goat…”
Laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
This pattern repeated itself for about half an hour until we got to our hotel. To be honest, I think our driver was glad to get rid of us (me).
Guess you had to be there.
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Funny postscript to the goat story. Had this messenger chat with Nicole while I was on Lanta:
me: oh, I saw a goat wearing a baseball hat
nicole: a goat wearing a what?
Exactly! I laughed so hard at this I snorted in the internet cafe and everyone turned around and looked at me. Oh goat, you keep me laughing…
