Sepra
02-07-2003, 02:23 PM
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate
my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying.
On one occasion, I had a valid reason, but lied anyway because the truth
was too humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head
injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I
could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown.
The accident occurred mainly because I conceded to my wife's wishes to
adopt a cute little kitty. Initially the new acquisition was no problem,
but one morning I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my
wife, Sueann, call out to me from the kitchen. "Dave! The garbage
disposal is dead. Please come reset it."
"You know where the button is." I protested through the shower
(pitter-patter). "Reset it yourself!" "I am scared!" She pleaded. "What
if it starts going and sucks me in?" (Pause) "C'mon, it'll only take a
second."
So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement
about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence. I crouched
down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last
action I remember performing. It struck without warning, without respect
to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal drawing me into it's
gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the
dangling objects she spied between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait
under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt
at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like
claws!!!
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, while
rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a
kitten HANGING from my masculine region!!!!
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men,
in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. Fleeing straight
up, the sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me
out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully
briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their
work while suppressing their hysterical laughter!!!
At the shop, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me I kept
silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. "What's the matter, cat got
your tongue?".................................. If they had only
known!!!!!!
my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying.
On one occasion, I had a valid reason, but lied anyway because the truth
was too humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head
injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I
could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown.
The accident occurred mainly because I conceded to my wife's wishes to
adopt a cute little kitty. Initially the new acquisition was no problem,
but one morning I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my
wife, Sueann, call out to me from the kitchen. "Dave! The garbage
disposal is dead. Please come reset it."
"You know where the button is." I protested through the shower
(pitter-patter). "Reset it yourself!" "I am scared!" She pleaded. "What
if it starts going and sucks me in?" (Pause) "C'mon, it'll only take a
second."
So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement
about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence. I crouched
down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last
action I remember performing. It struck without warning, without respect
to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal drawing me into it's
gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the
dangling objects she spied between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait
under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt
at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like
claws!!!
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, while
rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a
kitten HANGING from my masculine region!!!!
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men,
in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. Fleeing straight
up, the sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me
out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully
briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their
work while suppressing their hysterical laughter!!!
At the shop, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me I kept
silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. "What's the matter, cat got
your tongue?".................................. If they had only
known!!!!!!