You know those dramatic moments in movies, when the hero walks into an office with an amazing city view, and there's the bad guy behind a desk, facing the window, who then turns dramatically and smoothly, with fingertips together and says, "I've been expecting you."? One time that happened to me, but just a bit differently. Picture this. You walk into the public restroom. Sitting in a char (it did not swivel) facing the door is a small person. Fingertips together, legs crossed, the whole schmear, and they say, "I've been expecting you," with a mischievous little grin. Generally in a Hollywood flick you can determine or know exactly what such a line/scenario would mean. In real life, it's a little less straight forward. Expecting me? Because I'm human and would have to pee eventually? Because someone framed me to set up a meeting to set my life on a roller coaster of action packed events? Because you're clinically insane? Because I told my little sister that I needed to pee, and then got waylaid by someone, so she ran to the bathroom and sat in the chair and waited for me because she might be a little something of a weirdy? Oh that one makes sense...
Then! There was the time I accidentally woke her up at about midnight. I was sleeping in her room because mine was inhabitable at the time. She had fixed the remote that turned on her light from any location, and so had put that in some unknown place. This meant that I could not flip on the light and check to see what obstacles lay in the way of my getting to the bed, and where she was so that I wouldn't land on her. So I just went for it. Tripped over a lot on my way to the bed, made a lot of noise, and totally landed on her. This resulted in her waking up and about an hour of giggling or so. We talked, but mostly giggled. Probably because my little sister would say things like, "Oh! I have bubbles on my underwear!" Because she's super odd. I wonder where she gets it....
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