At work yesterday I ran into someone from the same town as two of my good friends here in the neighborhood. It is a really small town so I knew she would know them by reputation at the very least. When I said their names she told me that one of them (we'll call him Rykeis) was one of her best friends all growing up. She probably wondered why my eyes lit up so brightly when I asked her to tell me some funny stories about him. I said, "I'll bet he was always into mischief," trying to lead her into a good story. Little did she know, I was fishing for info to add to my blog.
To show her that she had my full, undivided attention, I pulled out my Quick-Quotes-Quill as she laughed about one particularly juicy tale. "So one night we all decided to sleep out in my front yard," she began. "Oh my goodness, this is going to be good" I thought to myself. "Early the next morning I could hear someone in the house," she continued. "I knew my mom was at work so I started to freak out about what was going on inside." Suddenly, in my mind I had visions of my good friend caught in a dress, adjusting his nylons with Madonna playing quietly in the background. My pulse raced, my heart fluttered as I waited for the climax of her story. "I walked in the house and there was Rykeis..." yes, this is so perfect...." cooking breakfast for all of us. He used like two cases of eggs!!!"
I felt like Ralphie on The Christmas Story after he finally got to see Santa to ask him for a Red Rider BB gun only to be told, "you'll shoot your eye out, kid." She must've noticed the shocked disappointment on my face for the colossal letdown she had just delivered because she quickly tried to recover with a new story. It was something about writing "$hit" under the word "Dip" on all the signs in town but it was too late, the damage was done, I had been disappointed.
Good one! I needed a good laugh.
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