Humorous Anecdotes?

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We've all have experienced humorous anecdotes in our lives. Do you have any favorite ones you'd like to share?

Did I ever tell you about my Bunk Bed story, from when I was in the Boy Scouts?
If not I'll share it with you. Just let me know if you want to read about it.

["Mysti"]

No you haven't but yes please share. I love reading your stories, they always cheer me up.

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When I was 11 yrs old, I went to Summer Camp with the Boy Scout Troop that I belonged to here in Cherokee. We went to a Scout Camp in Wahpeton, Ia. situated on West Lake Okoboji.
My brother is 4 yrs older, and was also at this Summer Camp. Our Parents dropped us off on a Friday, and during the hustle and bustle of the day, my Parents had left and I hadn't even noticed or given a concern about it.
But as the week of Scouting drew on, so did my home sickness.
After the 1 st day of camp I started plotting my escape from Summer Camp. I knew that my Parents would be coming on Wed. for Parents Day, and I had planned on returning home with them.
However our Scout Master got wind of my plan to escape, and he called my Parents. Telling them not to come up, as he felt I should do some growing up and get over my home sickness.
So come Tues. the news was broken to me, that my Parents wouldn't be coming to Summer Camp, on Wed..
I was devastated! I became such an emotional knot, that they sent me to the Camp's Infirmary.
The Infirmary ( Hospital ) was actually the size of 2 very small bedrooms, joined to together by a common door. In the first room was a bunk bed. On the bottom bunk was another young Scout, who was as sick as I was. He was laying there with his head hanging over the edge of the bed as it dangled over a waste basket in hopes of catching the vomit churning in his gut.
The Infirmary was manned by 2 Eagle Scouts who were older Teen Agers. They heaved my lard ass up into the top bunk, where I lay moaning in pain and despair.
Next to the top bunk was a small window that I could look out of. It looked out onto my Scout Camp Site. As I laid there thinking, I came to the realization that I had survived 5 days so far, that all I needed to do was just take each day at a time.
I felt I could handle being there, if I took it each day as my survival goal.
If I couldn't emotionally handle a whole day, then I would handle it only in 1 hr intervals. I had just developed my own "12 Step Program" for Home Sick Scouts.
Feeling better, and thinking I could handle staying at camp the rest of the week, I rolled over to tell the Eagle Scouts that I wanted to return to my Scout Camp. As I rolled over my stomach churned up, and I ended up puking over the edge of the Top Bunk. And all over the head of the boy below me. His head was drenched in my vomit. It poured across his face, over his eyes, in his nose, and across his lips! Blech!!!
Of course he began to vomit, and wail in horror of having been vomited on, and of having my vomit cascading across his mouth.
The Eagle Scouts were fit to be tied. They suddenly had 2 young Scouts each crying and vomiting profusely. ( I almost always spontaneously vomit at the sight of someone else vomiting.) It was a chain reaction for both of us! I don't know how the Eagle Scouts kept from vomiting too!
They dragged my fat butt off the top bunk, and hustled me into the adjoining room. Each Eagle Scout was in charge of one vomiting boy.
I had emptied my stomach of all it's fettered contents, and suddenly; felt much better. After I got the vomit cleaned off me, and having rinsed my mouth out with water; I told the Eagle Scout I was feeling better. I asked if it would be "OK", if I returned to my Scout Camp Site?
They said "Please DO!". So I left.
As I was leaving I looked over my shoulder at the other vomiting Scout. He was still crying in between his pangs of dry heaves.
I always wondered what affect ( my vomiting on him ) had, had in his life. I always wondered if it made him an emotional wreck the rest of his life? Would such an event scar a person psychologically the rest of his life? I would think it would have a major impact on a person's general perception of their well being.

Anyway that's how I survived Scout Camp.

I would just like to take this opportunity to apologize to the Camper I vomited on! ( I never knew his name, or where he was from ).
I didn't puke on you, on purpose. I meant no ill will to-wards you. I have thought of you often over the past 39 yrs. and wondered whatever became of your life.And if you were ever a Patient at the Psychiatric Facility where I work.
I hope you weren't emotionally scarred by this event.
Sorry!