"That's Funny"

So apparently I have "a phrase" called "that's funny." It's one of those impulsive, unavoidable utterances that just eject from this skipping record player in the back of my brain. I notice when I find myself saying the aforesaid, yet 2 seconds later "that's funny." I really find things to be funny though, whether or not I actually laugh. I decided I might sound more educated or diverse if I contemplated a list of possible alternatives...

droll: if I want people to have no idea what I'm saying
facetious: people might think I was trying too hard
farcical: fart bicycle?
gelastic: if I want to sound like an 80s aerobic instructor
humdinger: I like this one
jocose: another word for the posh community
laughable: for the sarcastic lovers out there
ridiculous: in the words of Lizzy
waggish: just sounds cool

So here's a story that is laughable...for everyone, but the main character, me. It comes straight from my journal...

Context: flying Southwest, my last flight after a month of traveling, needless to say I was exhausted and desired only peace and comfort. Not too much to ask.

"I find myself in a similar situation. 21 A. At least the flight attendant is cute with a good sense of humor. "' Put your floating device over your head and pull the straps, if it doesn't work, I'm so sorry'" *laughing track*

The guy next to me seems really nice. Funny how I do that. I haven't heard him speak a word and he's just sleeping. Some people just appear a certain way.

take off...headache...ipod

So I think I was half asleep, but I awoke to the picture of this guy next to me with a runny nose wiping it on his sleeve! The one inches from me. I immediately sneezed and freaked out. I had taken notice of the NyQuil he took right before take off. Sleeping through the cold are we!! I sanitized my hands and felt better just to have the aisle guy reading his wine book sneeze! Kill me by the spread of the common cold...or Swine Flu! I've just been on a good health streak and I'm not about to ruin it with a weakened immune system.

So much for Southwest being cool. The area where my feet lie is soaking wet. My backpack is basically in my lap. And the tray is basically stuck to the chair and there is gooey stuff in the pocket. I really feel trapped by grossness...basically cuddling the window, but just think of the thousands of passengers that also sat in 21A. Let's not. O gosh...going to sneeze again."

I go on about other random things that come to mind and come back with this... "I swear the guy next to me keeps farting. discusting. I can't touch anything or breathe. Great. Maybe it's a baby's diaper. Either way I want to throw up."

I pulled my journal out again just to write how "I have to pee, but I would have to crawl over 2 sleeping infectious men. I weighed this predicament when I chose my seat. The aisle allowed easy in-and-out access when I knew I'd have to pee, but the window meant I could sleep. Sleep won over the bladder. And also, I'd have one heck of a collection of peanuts if I took all the ones they offered over the course of my month of traveling. I hate the way they smell.

Give me boiled or go home."

That's my story. That's the last time I wrote in my journal. Super positive and uplifting.

"that's laughable"