The funny bit lies in the part where she was instructing me to do exactly the opposite.
As I was recalling all of this, Cheryl was laughing hysterically.
But as she was doing this, she started choking. CHOKING.
Choking and spluttering and still laughing.
I was staring at her in horror, hoping she wasn't going to kill us by driving us into the divider.
And between the random sounds I heard three words.
TOO MUCH HAPPINESS?
And then I thought about it and realised I felt the same way.