Apr 14, 2005 00:08
someone dropped a bomb on me. well, near me, to be more precise.
i'm at savon, standing in the card aisle, when this grandpa slowly starts walking toward me. i'm in front of "birthday for kids" and he's going through "anniversary." and everything is peachy. just another day at savon. and then he drops one on me. ladies and gentlemen, a flatulent situation. he farted right next to me! something just went (put your tongue in between your lips and try blowing air out while slightly squeezing your tongue). so what you do think i did? what would YOU have done? do you...turn your head to face the perpetrator of the flatulence? ... or do you ignore the awkward noise, pretend you need to be somewhere else and move away ... or do you stay, not to offend, and just .. smell the ordeal? haha. gosh.
but on the other side...guess who's birthday it is!! eighteen plus two, twenty one minus one, four times five, fourty divided by two, nine to the power of three minus seven, and so very close to being legally drunk. aaah, don't you worry jacks. i'll still lub you even when gravity takes over, and you're the weird grandma at the hallmark aisle that just let one go. it'll smell, but i'll still lub you. now, happy birthday you old fart!!