Comedy Scenarios #423
The following is a true story.
Last night, as I was walking back to my car after work, I passed a block of flats that has one of those large, industrial wheelie-bins with the blue plastic lids, ample for containing the waste of a reasonable sized residency. The corner of the said lid had been damaged, resulting in a small hole, and as I passed the bin, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a slight movement within the bin.
Being a curious soul, I went over to the bin and opened the lid to investigate what had caused the movement, and to my suprise I saw a small squirrel sitting in the bin eating the remains of a sandwich. As the light from the outside world hit the squirrel, it immeadiately stopped eating and stared at me with fear in it's little eyes. Without warning, it dropped the sandwich and launched itself at me, it's claws getting caught in my shirt so that it remained firmly attached to mt chest. The scene that followed would not have looked out of place in a Chevy Chase movie.
The squirrel, frightened out of it's wits was having a fit, and so caught by surprise was I that I let out a scream in shock. Not a deep, manly scream, but a high-pitched, ear-piercing cream that would not have sounded unusual coming from a 6 year old girl. I flung my bag in the air and began to set about removing the offending critter from my person. Anyone looking out of their window at this time would have seen me performing this peculiar dance whilst shrieking like an idiot. Eventually, the squirrel became detached and ran into the nearest bush, no doubt remaining as mentally scarred from the whole episode as I am.
Why do these things happen to me?
Last night, as I was walking back to my car after work, I passed a block of flats that has one of those large, industrial wheelie-bins with the blue plastic lids, ample for containing the waste of a reasonable sized residency. The corner of the said lid had been damaged, resulting in a small hole, and as I passed the bin, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a slight movement within the bin.
Being a curious soul, I went over to the bin and opened the lid to investigate what had caused the movement, and to my suprise I saw a small squirrel sitting in the bin eating the remains of a sandwich. As the light from the outside world hit the squirrel, it immeadiately stopped eating and stared at me with fear in it's little eyes. Without warning, it dropped the sandwich and launched itself at me, it's claws getting caught in my shirt so that it remained firmly attached to mt chest. The scene that followed would not have looked out of place in a Chevy Chase movie.
The squirrel, frightened out of it's wits was having a fit, and so caught by surprise was I that I let out a scream in shock. Not a deep, manly scream, but a high-pitched, ear-piercing cream that would not have sounded unusual coming from a 6 year old girl. I flung my bag in the air and began to set about removing the offending critter from my person. Anyone looking out of their window at this time would have seen me performing this peculiar dance whilst shrieking like an idiot. Eventually, the squirrel became detached and ran into the nearest bush, no doubt remaining as mentally scarred from the whole episode as I am.
Why do these things happen to me?