Kicking and Screaming
October 31, 2007I’ve been politely informed by my good friend, J., that NapPLo is, well, some acronym for a month where bloggers or people who like to refer to themselves as such, are supposed to *blog* everyday.
On his suggestion, I’ve decided to have a go at it. Now, I’m promising nothing, because nothing is about all I can guarantee at this point in time. However, I sincerely believe I can deliver something.
For today’s post, in honor of Halloween, I’ve decided to tell a tale so goulish and foul that it will make your hair stand on the very tips of its split ends.
It involves a young man, a haunted house, and a very very scared young woman.
The young woman (me, in case you’re unfamiliar with the premise of these posts) was minding her business, alone one night, at a local coffee shop. The young man decided to join her…cue scary music…da da dun…uninvited. Yes, I know, terrifying.
He then decided that it was furthermore a good idea to start talking at her. Not with her, as one might expect would be cordial, but at her. About himself. Because, you see, he found himself terribly…cue scary music…da da dun…fascinating.
When that didn’t work, and the woman’s discontented stares went either unnoticed or ignored, he chose a more…cue scary music…da da dun…aggressive maneuver. He asked her, this single woman who can barely care for her cat, he asked her…to go to a haunted house with him and his…cue super scary music..da da da dun dun da…children.
