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You walk into a room sporting your stylish new hairnet. There's an elderly
mantipped over in a wheelchair. About a yard away from him is a safe with the lock blown off.
Thereare stacks of bills spilling from it. On top of the safe is a time bomb counting down from
10seconds. There are tiny speakers protruding from the bomb playing a muzak version of the
Macarena.You feel the irresistible urge to dance. On the other side of the old man stands a
snarlingrottweiler. He looks hungry. Much to your surprise, you realize that you are holding a slab
of redmeat between your grimy digits. The old man's moaning, the time bomb's ticking, the dog
isdrooling, and the money smells good. What do you do?
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Stifling my urge to dance, I quickly tear the meat in half. I grab the bomb
andwrap it in the meat. Here doggy, doggy! Th rott gobbles it up, bomb and all but still look
hungy,good. With only a moment's hesitation at ruining my new hairnet, I swipe it off my head and
jam theother half of the meat in it. Swinging it around my head for momentum I let it go. Bingo! It
sailright through the door with ole Rover right after it. I dive for the old man covering him
waitingfor the blast...KABLAM! Wow, that was close, it took out the whole wall! And eeewwww, Ole
rovertoo! The old man is no longer moaning, he cusing at me to get the hell off of him! I get his
chairupright, in spite of his ingratitude. Hastily grabbing all of the money I make to get away,
but theold man is screeching that the money is his? I rudely flip him one single stack of 100
dollarbills. And stalk away muttering under my breath about rude old people..getting
socialsecurity...like it'll be there when I need it..bet he's married to that damn old harridan
from thegrocery store..damn bean lady..now i gotta get a new hairnet........ Heyyyyy Macarena!
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