I can't help it.

Turns out, I laugh at really bad times. I tend to snicker when telling people bad news, which as you can imagine gets awkward. I laughed once in the “celestial room” in the Mormon Temple, a room dedicated to silence. And most recently I found myself in a full body scanner at the airport laughing alone. I walked into the booth with a glass wall in front of me and it blasted air on me while taking pictures. A friend of mine was on the other side making faces and I awkwardly laughed which drew the attention of the TSA worker who instantly asked, “Are you ok in there?” Then came the rubber glove and my crack business went Chapter 11.