So last weekend there was a beautiful twenty-five year old girl in my kitchen-- she was blonde, blue-eyed, taller than me, wearing next to nothing, and I didn't know her from Adam . . . and you're probably wondering, "How do I get beautiful, winsome young strangers into my kitchen?" and so I will tell you:
1) you need to live on a steep hill;
2) you need a friendly visiting brother-in-law, who should be a bachelor, and he should be outside working on replacing your bay window;
3) you need a nasty skate-board crash to happen on the steep hill in front of the aforementioned friendly brother-in-law, who will then chivalrously offer medical aid to the girl (possibly motivated by her stunning good looks and skimpy outfit) and suddenly you've got three twenty-somethings in your kitchen and you're fetching peroxide and ointment and bandages, and watching as one girl tends to the other and wondering if anyone should ride a skateboard with that much skin exposed because, though it's very appealing to look at, it's rather dangerous (and funny thing, my wife missed it all . . . she was napping, and I'm not sure if she really believes the story).
Who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?
ReplyDeletei was going to use that phrase as the title, but i didn't think anyone would get the allusion. i guess i underestimated my audience.
ReplyDeleteI wish that someone would overestimate me. Just once.
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