Stunning pratfall
Jan. 15th, 2011 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusMy uncle: "Hey, did you hear about that astrology thing? That the astrology signs might be changing?"
Me, stumbling with large box with two lamps, still in my boots, snow on the floor: "Yeah, I think I read something about that."
My uncle: "Does this mean I'm not a Scorpio anymore?"
Me, picking up my Starbucks cocoa, hmm, wonder if it's still warm: "Mmm, no."
My uncle: "Because I don't want to be a Scorpio."
My aunt: "He wants to be something different."
Me, at the top of the stairs, turning back a little confused: "Then you're definitely a Scorpio, because they all want to be diiiif--!"
FWOOP! Bounce! Bump!
Me: "Ow."
Chocolate everywhere, my aunt and uncle come running. I'm flat on my back on the landing. And... I hurt. Took me a minute to realize that it wasn't (somehow) my uncle's fault, that I'd slipped on some snow.
Think my boss was warm and understanding about my not being at work today?
Of course not. While she's willing to give me a ride home in the worst weather, she's also the one who, when I told her I had pink eye (with twenty-four hours notice I wouldn't be in) said, "But what about my schedule!?" Then cut my hours the following week.
Me, stumbling with large box with two lamps, still in my boots, snow on the floor: "Yeah, I think I read something about that."
My uncle: "Does this mean I'm not a Scorpio anymore?"
Me, picking up my Starbucks cocoa, hmm, wonder if it's still warm: "Mmm, no."
My uncle: "Because I don't want to be a Scorpio."
My aunt: "He wants to be something different."
Me, at the top of the stairs, turning back a little confused: "Then you're definitely a Scorpio, because they all want to be diiiif--!"
FWOOP! Bounce! Bump!
Me: "Ow."
Chocolate everywhere, my aunt and uncle come running. I'm flat on my back on the landing. And... I hurt. Took me a minute to realize that it wasn't (somehow) my uncle's fault, that I'd slipped on some snow.
Think my boss was warm and understanding about my not being at work today?
Of course not. While she's willing to give me a ride home in the worst weather, she's also the one who, when I told her I had pink eye (with twenty-four hours notice I wouldn't be in) said, "But what about my schedule!?" Then cut my hours the following week.
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:46 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear you got hurt. I'm making Death by Chocolate brownies and I'd send you some, if I could fit them through the internets.
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-15 10:07 pm (UTC)http://rhi.dreamwidth.org/433722.html
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Date: 2011-01-15 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-16 05:28 pm (UTC)Really? *surprised*