Try Explaining This One
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
A close call avoided this morning: During lots of laughter and goofiness, I leaned down for the shampoo, she was doing the robot (don't recall why) and our heads almost collided, specifically her bushy curly forehead hair bumping up into my right eye. Less than an inch the other way and I would have walked out the door this morning with a nice fat black eye and no good alibi to give to my boss at the big meeting today. I can practically hear it:"Wow! What happened?"
"I was leaning down for the shampoo, she was doing the robot and she knocked me out."
"..."
"No,really."
"..."
"Stop looking at me like that, I'm telling the truth and I'm not an abuse victim."
"The robot? She was doing the robot? Come on, nobody's done the robot in decades, no ER doctor would fall for that one. I thought we were friends."
[start sobbing] "Ok, ok, but listen, it was just an accident, she didn't mean to do it, she says she loves me..."