just laugh at it!

This is a list of the things that make me laugh at every time I remember them:
- Once I saw a girl on the bus that sliped when she was getting off, but she didn't fall right away: she just stayed there dangling, and the bus driver with this face of: 'stop playing around, I have things to do!'
- When we were kids, my mom and my uncle would leave us in the car for hours on a hot day while they were looking for a present for their niece at the mall. It was boiling like you couldn't believe, and I was ok, but my brother, he just lost it: he would hit at the seat every two minutes, swearing, calling everybody names! And then this phrase: 'I hope uncle Victor doesn't say any jokes, 'cause I'm not in the mood of laughing!'
- Once I got to the butcher's to buy some meat, and while I was coming home I kept playing with the bag till it got broken: all the meat got on the floor, and this huge dog would appear from God knows where, and would eat the meat, just there, in front of me. Imagine my mom's face when I told her!
- We were at the club once, in our PE class, and my friend was walking on the edge of this empty swimming pool. And suddenly she dissapeared. When I looked for her she was at the botton of the pool, and I couldn't help her because I was laughing so hard!
- Another time we were in class, and one of my classmates would throw a ball at the air. Everybody step aside, except my friend (from the pool). The ball hit her right in the forehead!
- This one is awesome: on a Saturday afternoon, we met out godmother (quite a character) at down town, 'cause we had to buy don't remember what. The thing is that she would walk in a strange way, like she wouldn't lift her feet from the ground, and when my mom asked her what was wrong, she said that the shoes she was wearing were too big. The thing is that my brother (from the car) was so angry, 'cause he wanted to go home inmediately, that he started walking behing my godmother, mocking at her. But he wasn't joking, he really wanted to kill her!
- My eldest brother once saw our little brother (from the car) in the street. He had been to work (on a pink bike), and he had a flat tyre. Because the bike had been having the same problem, and also because of my brother's personality, he started kicking at the bike. Right there, in the middle of the street, he killed the poor bike!
So these are just some of the annecdotes that I always remember. They are great stories, at least for me.