Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Dumb Things I Do. . .

. . . I took a break from a paper I was writing to run across the street to the drug store. The pause was meant as a means to get away from the keyboard and arrange my thoughts into an outline I created in my head.

Lost in thougt as I exited through the revolving door, I failed to see that I had pressed myself against a woman who was also leaving. We were lodged in the same partition of the revolving door. Where I was confused, she was scared, and rightfully so. We made two two full revolutions as I apologized. "Sorry, I wasn't even thinking," I offered.

We exited onto the street. Had the scene played out any longer, a Bobby with a club would have entered into the fray and the music of The Benny Hill Show would have provided the soundtrack.

I apologized again. She looked at me with an expression of disgust before turning west onto Jackson.

And I went east.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you're not sorry; you told me weeks ago that you were going to do this to someone