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Monday, May 23, 2005

Roger! Jesus! What are you doing? Why are you shining a flashlight in my eyes?

It's the anti-terrorist flashlight, MG!

I know. I mean, no, it's not an anti-terrorist flashlight. But I know it's from the personal evacuation kit. Why are you shining it in my eyes?

I thought we should practice signaling, in case we get trapped in a disaster and we can't shout, and for some reason we can't get to our emergency whistles, and our arms are pinned under a knocked-over filing cabinet or whatever, so we can't tap on anything with my special morse code. So then we can use the same code to signal each other with our flashlights. So we need to practice!

Roger, if our arms are pinned, then how are we going to-- oh, nevermind. Fine. Practice your flashlight signals. But how about in a mirror and not -- jeez! -- in my eyes.

Okay. But don't you want to know what my message was?

No.

It was, "Happy Monday!"

Perfect.

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