No more Boston flu!!
Last night my friend came over to watch "Funky Forest: The First Contact." It's a two and a half hour joy ride of entirely absurd humor that never presents a reasonable explanation for its actions. Before we began our cult experience, he asked to watch his feet in the tub because the work boots he wore at work masked a festering stench. With all the soap choices to peruse, he sampled three through his rinse and repeat cleansing.
I left the bathroom for a moment so as not to disturb the purification ritual. My mom motioned for me to come over and asked me, "Is he vomiting? The news was just saying the flu is spreading around Shreveport right now." She always looks a little bugged out when she thinks something is wrong. Being a veteran R.N., she knows how to set medical emergencies straight. Reassuring her that my friend was not infected with the miserable virus, we exchanged some chuckles and she went back to bed.
Sporadic splashing of gushing water from the bath spicket continued to break the midnight silence at our house, but without fear of the winter bug spreading.
I left the bathroom for a moment so as not to disturb the purification ritual. My mom motioned for me to come over and asked me, "Is he vomiting? The news was just saying the flu is spreading around Shreveport right now." She always looks a little bugged out when she thinks something is wrong. Being a veteran R.N., she knows how to set medical emergencies straight. Reassuring her that my friend was not infected with the miserable virus, we exchanged some chuckles and she went back to bed.
Sporadic splashing of gushing water from the bath spicket continued to break the midnight silence at our house, but without fear of the winter bug spreading.