Let me set the stage. Today there was a very loud drilling noise in my office building to the point that the walls were shaking a bit.
Co-worker: What is that noise?
Me: I dunno.
Co-worker: Do you think we're okay?
Me: Oh we're fine. I'm not worried.
Co-worker: What would it feel like if the building were about to collapse?
Me: (From my vast expertise on the subject) I'm sure things would be falling over.
Co-worker: Do you think we would die if the building collapsed, I mean we're on the 11th floor. . .
Me: The 11th floor means we'd be close to the top of the rubble. They'd totally find us first.
Gotta love the silver lining!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Over-Inflated Optimism?
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An excellent clue is when you hear the "OH! S..word!" Followed by sheet rock dust and and the patter of running feet. Just a little hint from past experiences.
Me, I'm thinking, "Ooh, firefighters."
Recently received a snail mail card with a picture of a burning house on the front, the caption read, "The girls were determined to meet some firemen."
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