Jovial

So the majority of my day, currently, is spent in a typical cubical style office. I enjoy the random conversations people have that I get to overhear. More exciting, however, is the quiet conversation that you can't hear. It's the one all the way across the office where it's the low muffel barely audible over the air conditioner fan.

Then, from no where, it happens. The random, yet pronounced, deep, gutteral eruption of laughter. The kind of laughter that disrupts the office rythem. The kind, in my case, that I start laughing at. I'm not sure why. Maybe it is the total disregard for any one else with the desire to just let it out.

It's the guy at the movie theater that laughs at a kind-of funny part in a movie where no one else laughs. It's the guy in isle 3 when you're in isle 25. It's the guy half way across the food court laughing over top the busyiness.