Embarrassing Funny Story

So, one of my little sisters from St. Simons wanted me to play a game of 50 questions. For the first question, she asked that I tell my most funny memory. For lack of anything coming to memory: I wrote her the story that I usually save for my most embarrassing moment. But since I got to share this story in writing rather than person, the story came out unusually more creative and better put together than normal. So I've decided to include it here for everyone's benefit. It hope it is edifying... as opposed to unedifying.

"Funniest Memory: thats a tough one to just bring to memory. I remember when I was 12 or so, I went to Indiana for a soccer camp for a week. During the camp, I took a fancy to one of the girls on one of the girls teams that was also at that camp that week. One night after the camp, a number of us were lounging in the lounge (naturally), there were guys from my team and a number of girls from her team. She was sprawled out on a sofa, and I was positioned with my hands on the back of the sofa she was on. I was basically standing over her. Well everything was going pretty smooth. I was putting out the vibe and feeling pretty fly. And one of my friends said something that was real funny, and I laughed. But accompanied with my normal gutteral laugh, came a long and thick snot rocket. The rocket shot out of my noise - projecting directly towards her face. And my brain registered the fact that it was heading directly towards her face - and something inside of me died in that moment. And whats worse.... as soon as the rocket left my nose, her eyes locked onto the snot rocket. She saw it, she knew the stakes involved;.... and she knew it was heading directly towards her face. I saw her eyes in slow motion- as they widened in shock and terror and catastrophe and disgust. And the snot rocket progressed towards her...closer and closer. In pure natural bodily reaction, I tried to undue the damage already done by sharply and dramatically inhaling through my nose. And a miracle occured. The snot rocket which was in this micro moment, still progressing towards her face, a foot away, 8 inches away, 6 inches; and then that doomed rocket of yellowish semi solid snot began to slow down in its flight of death. And it slowed down. And it stopped, by the sheer grace of God, in mid air. And then with the last dredges of my reactionary inhalation, the snot rocket snapped back up its path and settled deep into my nasal cavity once again. No harm, no foul, right? Not true. She knew what happened, as well as I knew what happened. And her hands shot to her face in an effort to protect herself from a mucusy intruder that had already come the distance, said hi, and returned. And I backed out of the room - not knowing how to handle this overload of terror, shame, and relief. Even though no one else saw what happned, I didn't come back to the lounge that night. The girl and I never talked about that fateful 2 seconds."