The receptionist at the colonoscopy center asked me to provide photo ID, so I asked, “Do you get a lot of people impersonating others to have fraudulent colonoscopies?”
“I’ll miss this place,” the graduating senior says.
“You’ll see it again.” I smile. “In dreams, whenever you have anxiety. It won’t be exactly the same… That’s why you’ll be lost. And late for class. Then you’ll realize you haven’t attended all year. There’s a test.”
“Wh—“
“You haven’t studied.”
“Hey, I’m Luke’s Uncle Owen, and I dress similarly to others here on Tatooine.”
“And I’m Luke’s Aunt Beru. I wear a jean jacket over a butterfly collar blouse and look like an extra from the Partridge Family.”
When my elevator opens on another floor, I say “I’m high risk for Covid and can’t share, but I’ll get out and you can take it”. Folks seem to think I mean *I* have Covid, and they back away mumbling. Honestly wish I’d thought of this years ago — people stepping back in disgust is all I ever wanted.
They say you can never go home, namely because you’ve changed so much as a person that the dynamic between you and the physical space no longer exists as it once was…but for me, it’s due to one highly specific town ordinance.
Pretty done with stories about dudes snogging chicks who were drugged unconscious—let’s return to simpler tales where if a guy saw a chick bathing naked, she turned him into a stag and set his own hounds on him to rip him limb from limb.
The most realistic scene in the original Alien movie is when the xenomorph kills Harry Dean Stanton, and the cat just watches in absolute bored indifference.
Everyone makes fun of the third wise man for gifting myrrh.
It’s old-timey A+D ointment.
He brought diaper rash cream.
Most relevant baby gift there.