poise in a crisis...
A crisis will bring out a person's true nature. Even a small crisis.
Jenn and I came home tonight after seeing a movie. When we got off the elevator, we were startled by a dark blot swooping through the air in the foyer between the elevator door and the door to the hallway.
I stood there, a little shocked, trying to figure out what it was. Jenn left me in a cloud of dust, not even pausing to hold the door to the hallway for me. She didn't actually slam the door to the hallway to leave me as a sacrifice to the bat, which is what the blot was, but it was close.
3 comments:
dude, you have to sympathize with jenn. I mean, bats go for hair, and she's got some. If it attacked you it would be like the little biplanes getting hit by king-kong, you know when they kind of hit kong and then bounce off weakly? No bat is coming after you. Except the kind that turn you into a skroat, watch out for those.
*as a public service for any children reading the blog, bats don't actually for hair, however as this was the centerpiece of my joke, I had to say it. Sorry for any confusion and I hope that I will not be bombarded by bat activists.
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As long as she didn't screech while booking it down the hallway, she did nothing wrong!
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