Sophia, that is craxy!
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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Oh, Sophia! Scary! But going to make a funny story eventually.
Who's Walter again?
That would be my dog. Who apparently woke up under the bed in the middle of the night and was all perturbed to find a pillow had fallen onto the floor and was in his way to get out, so he made an emergency escape out the other side and whimpered until we (a) let him out into the backyard (b) gave him fresh food and water (c) tried to sleep through the whining and (d) finally figured out the pillow thing. I am made of gronk.
Holy crap, Sophia! I'm glad it came out OK.
I'm about ready for lunch already, which is not a good thing. And no free food today! Bah.
The actual funniest thing about it is that he practically said "Dude, where's my car?"
Also, everyone at work thinks that it is weird that I didn't scream and yell at him to get out of my car.
This took about 50 years from my life.
I, like your coworkers, am just impressed that it didn't take 50 year off his life, in blood and broken bones.
It's the kind of thing that, you have to laugh about it, because the unpleasant implications don't bear thinking about.
Freaky, Sophia. Though I don't see where screaming would have helped matters.
Oh, I remember Walter, with the under the bed stuff!
Do you not lock your car, or did his car key open your door (which is very scary indeed!)?
Sophia, I swear your life is like a novel. A craxxy novel full of craxxy people.
Sophia - oh my dear sweet Jesus. I would have peed my pants. I am so glad it is only a funny story now. PLEASE LOCK YOUR CAR!!!
What they all said, Sophia.
I don't lock my car. But I will be from now on!
When I was younger, I used to lock my keys in my car all the time, so I stopped locking, and the car is so old, that I don't car if it gets stolen. Apparantly, however, I do car if a man is in my backseat!
I think I am just not really a screamer at things---I am scared of bees, but I don't scream and flail, I freeze and wait for them to go away. I didn't really want to scream at a man in the back of my car who I thought was going to kill me. And when I realized what had happened, I was sort of worried how he would get home, etc.