The Blind Leading the Blind
May 22nd 2006 13:24
So what happened next…
Three blind mice we trotted off together. Our first mission was catching a bus, which actually wasn’t as easy as one might imagine- the incredible evilness of 3 am bussing struck once again. But after a deal of toil and trouble and futile waiting we squeezed ourselves on board and I promptly became bus-sick. I know, romantic!
And so when a seat became free Taffy generously offered it to me. Mr. X complimented her on being such a ‘gentleman’. There was a micro-second of furious glaring until she lashed out without warning, fists clenched in order to inflict maximum damage on some sensitive part- the solar plexus? But to the shock of both his excellent reflexes kicked in and he blocked with a tense forearm. Taffy and Mr. X came together with a titanic crash. Kind of slow motion. It startled all the passengers on the bus, and me!
But after some more glaring they made up, and decided to laugh about the incident. She was left with an angry red mark on her arm, and he had mean-looking red scratches down his side. War wounds? Or a sign of things to come?
Three blind mice we trotted off together. Our first mission was catching a bus, which actually wasn’t as easy as one might imagine- the incredible evilness of 3 am bussing struck once again. But after a deal of toil and trouble and futile waiting we squeezed ourselves on board and I promptly became bus-sick. I know, romantic!
And so when a seat became free Taffy generously offered it to me. Mr. X complimented her on being such a ‘gentleman’. There was a micro-second of furious glaring until she lashed out without warning, fists clenched in order to inflict maximum damage on some sensitive part- the solar plexus? But to the shock of both his excellent reflexes kicked in and he blocked with a tense forearm. Taffy and Mr. X came together with a titanic crash. Kind of slow motion. It startled all the passengers on the bus, and me!
But after some more glaring they made up, and decided to laugh about the incident. She was left with an angry red mark on her arm, and he had mean-looking red scratches down his side. War wounds? Or a sign of things to come?
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