I found myself in a situation, not to my liking. My eyes bounced off the walls and refused to acknowledge what was happening before them. Often I tell people about unbelievable things because unbelievable things happen to me at a rate of 1:always but people never believe me. That’s right, for every unbelievable thing that happens to me, another unbelievable thing joins in and before you know it, the unbelievable things have found their own religion and set up a website that plays nothing but Bon Jovi. If you’ve never had the nightmare of being stuck in an elevator with Bon Jovi, you’ve never experienced a true nightmare and for this you should truly rejoice and start your own religion. Before you know it, you’ll have your own website that plays nothing but the sound of the smell of freshly baked bread. On a side-note, if you ever have a kid and he’s not imaginary, teach him to play the bagpipes and he will always look over his shoulder for people will come after him and he will recant many a story of fascination to the backdrop of the sound of cats with emphysema. So I found myself in front of an escalator. Why try to be something you’re not? Why not celebrate who/what you are and do it with a smile on your face? Why has my abacus got more personality than the scientific calculator that’s always trying to be something that it isn’t. I had words with that escalator and I told it to stop acting like stairs:
Just wait until the stairs start acting like an escalator!
We’re getting into Stephen King territory here!
The frequency of escalator breakdown is directly proportional to how many steps you will have to climb to reach the next floor.
My abacus is in total agreement with you.
Well, I guess it could be a good acting job, but I think this escalator will never reach the top this way!
Truedat, why can’t it just be itself?