Things that weren't funny at the time, but you can laugh about now?

This thread is so funny. But oh , harrigran, your post is priceless.

I had minor surgery some years ago and the hospital insisted on an overnight stay.
At about 1.30 am, a very elderly lady sat up in bed. I would add at this point she was fine apart from a minor physical complaint. She then proceeded to "break wind" very loudly, horribly smelly and it just didn't stop.....there were 4 of us just sitting in astonishment at the levels of noise and smell coming from this tiny little woman. After about 30 mins, someone started to laugh until we were all in hysterics including the lady herself who at one point made it far worse when she said "so sorry for my botty burps"

As teenagers in the 1960s my friend and I got locked out of our seaside holiday flatlet after a night out. In desperation we bunked down in the porch of a nearby church and spent a very cold and uncomfortable few hours trying to sleep of sorts. Then about 6am the Vicar opened the church door and I don't know who was most shocked, him or us. We said we had come for the early Sunday morning service. We entered the church and sat through the service in our disco clothes, by this time feeling very hungover and tired. We then rang the doorbell of the holiday flatlets and told the landlady we had gone to the early morning church service and forgotten our key! Not a lie.

As i was walking across the floor of a bar with a drink in each hand, my shorts landed around my ankles, there was nowhere to put the drinks down, an elderly lady bent down and pulled them up for me. The friend i was with took photos on her phone and had posted it on Facebook within seconds

We were on holiday in France, with my parents and toddler, in a VW campervan. It didn't have a loo, but we carried one in the cupboard. The routine was that everyone else vacated the vehicle when someone wanted the loo, and wqe pulled the curtains for privacy.

We parked beside a road and beneath trees somewhere near Versailles. Dad needed the loo, so we all got out and chatted to in-laws who were travelling by car.

Suddenly hordes of cyclists appeared, together with a brass band riding on the back of a lorry. They hung about for what seemed hours, while we were stuck standing around and Dad was stuck in the campervan.

He said it was the first time he'd had a brass band accompaniment!!

During a camping/cycling holiday in France between here and there in deepest Brittany it started to rain really heavily, it turned cold too. We put the tandem by a wall. Pelting it down, so hubby and I sheltered in a phone-box until a damn Frenchman came along to make a phone call. I said to DH, "We'll laugh about this one day!" but it wasn't funny at the time.

Oh harrigran that is such dark humour, but I am totally with you - it really made me chuckle too

My FIL collapsed and died whilst he was shopping in town, the undertaker told us that they had popped his carrier bag in the fridge with him because it had cream cakes in it.
I may have a weird sense of humour but I still chuckle when I think about the conversation even twenty one years later.

When I was 9 months pregnant, the huge, grotesque feeling stage, it was midsummer. Boiling hot. I didn't know what to do with myself. Went out to the local shops with my husband in just my loosest maternity dress. No underwear, I was SO hot.

We were walking through the precinct when a random and isolated gust of air blew my dress up right over my head. I was embarrassed but laughing ?, but my husband (now long an ex) was the jealous type and was furious other men might have seen me.

As if they'd have been interested in my distorted, veiny, ready to pop state!

Walked accross the dancefloor at a friends wedding with my dress tucked in my knickers ,they were very nice knickers and I did get complimented on them .That was no conslation at the time and I wasn't happy that all those folk who knew me let me walk the whole way over without even one of them telling me .

I once took my young daughters swimming and splashing in a pool on a Haven site. Whilst in the water my bikini elastic gave way and l could feel my bottoms slowly dropping down to my feet. l managed to pull them up and hold onto them whilst taking refuge in the big frog slide at t he poolside, where l hoped that l could fashion a tempory repair using the locker tag pin. The pool was very quiet at the time, but the moment l entered tye Frog slide, l was surrounded by about every child in the pool who had come to see what l was doing! I ended up using a far too small towel to cover my modesty after stepping out of my bottoms and doing a kind of sidewinder walk back to the female changing rooms to the loud giggles of my young audience!

Years ago, my late, very elegant, dear friend and her cousin went for a walk in the countryside above our town.
Realising that she desperately needed the loo, my friend climbed over a dyke, while her cousin stood guard. There wasn't a soul to be seen for miles.

Having done her business, my friend saw a look of horror on her cousin's face.
High above them on an electricity pylon, were two linesmen repairing cables, they had seen everything.
My friend said that she had never been so black affronted , as we say in Glasgow.

When she told us, my friends and I had tears rolling down our cheeks at the image she created. ?