Gasp!
I stepped into the elevator earlier this week, after the whole Monday morning roach fiasco, and a couple of ladies got on as well.
One of the ladies gasped, and I looked around to try and discern what the source of her alarm was. I saw what looked like a giant roach in the floor of the elevator in front of her, its little antenna waving. I gasped as well, prepared to cling to the nearest tall person and climb my way up to their face.
“What’s wrong?” One of the ladies asked.
“I forgot my purse upstairs!”
“Oh no!”
I looked at the roach and I realized it was just a giant fuzzy ball of lint. I tried to yawn gaspily to make it seem like I had just been tired.
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