On my walk home from work tonight, I committed a faux pas of tiny proportions: talking on my cell phone for two of the three-block stretch.
Picture it: my town, downtown, in the rain. It's nearing dusk. Trudge trudge trudge... Carrying my open golf-sized umbrella. What's that!!! Is someone following me?
I turn halfway around and listen while still talking to my doctor's office on my cell. Nuthin. Okay... trudge trudge trudge... "Goodbye Dr. Ben".... Now wait a second.... I think there *is* someone following me! Turn all the way around and stop.
A little man about 5'2" was standing there, staring up at me. "WHUT!" he said, "Can't blame a guy for tryin' to stay out of the rain!!!" Then he just stalked off into the sunset, as it were.
Hahahahahahahahahaha ha! The man of minuscule proportions was sharing my umbrella with me.
Not sure why, but it's pretty darn funny!
Dot.
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2 comments:
that is too close for comfort
I died when you told me about it over the phone.... that is hilarious... mini-me scared you!
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