Post by lynn on Feb 21, 2010 6:21:11 GMT -5
I just totally had a mild attack of adventure that's really more of an amusing anecdote that is telling more about how we think we'll react... not typing straight, still full of adrenaline.
Well, the mundane facts of the case are that a friend of our neighbour (I like in a unit) just dropped by to see her but she wasn't home. He then realised that his phone had run out of battery and he couldn't get home. Not knowing where the nearest phone box was he decided on the next best course of action; ask the neighbours if he can use their phone. Of course the first we know of this is when suddenly the head pops through the window which I'm sitting next to and says, "Excuse me!"
Of course I scream, but then Ben, sitting across the room from me, hears me scream, looks up, and also screams like a scaredy Greg. Of course at this point the guy at the window starts apologising profusely and explains why he's at our window, says he didn't know what else to do and he was trying to be nice about it. I suggest that perhaps he would have startled us less if he had have perhaps knocked on the door rather than going through the window like an axe murderer. Then we all laugh heartily at Ben's girly behaviour. He claims that he really was ready to defend me in a manly fashion.
Amusing how we make this survival guides and scenarios but really all we're preparing ourselves for watching all these scary movies is to scream and wet ourselves when the opportunity presents itself.
Well, the mundane facts of the case are that a friend of our neighbour (I like in a unit) just dropped by to see her but she wasn't home. He then realised that his phone had run out of battery and he couldn't get home. Not knowing where the nearest phone box was he decided on the next best course of action; ask the neighbours if he can use their phone. Of course the first we know of this is when suddenly the head pops through the window which I'm sitting next to and says, "Excuse me!"
Of course I scream, but then Ben, sitting across the room from me, hears me scream, looks up, and also screams like a scaredy Greg. Of course at this point the guy at the window starts apologising profusely and explains why he's at our window, says he didn't know what else to do and he was trying to be nice about it. I suggest that perhaps he would have startled us less if he had have perhaps knocked on the door rather than going through the window like an axe murderer. Then we all laugh heartily at Ben's girly behaviour. He claims that he really was ready to defend me in a manly fashion.
Amusing how we make this survival guides and scenarios but really all we're preparing ourselves for watching all these scary movies is to scream and wet ourselves when the opportunity presents itself.
