At 2:45am on Wednesday morning I heard a giant explosion. Glass shattered. My bed shook. I thought we were in World War III, with the enemy attacking Provo for some reason.
Jolting up I looked around frantically. My ceiling fan and light fixture was laying beside my bed. I was shocked as I peered into the hole it once belonged to in the ceiling.
After a life-threatening experience like this, I laid awake thinking about what would have happened if the giant, rotating blades had seared off my legs. Then I thought about what life would be like in a wheelchair. In my mind I chose a silver one with racing stripes.
Now I have a new, sexier ceiling fan that's bolted in real tight.
4 comments:
jason, you are a riot. i love how dramatic your life is. rather, i love how dramatic you turn your every day events :) it's a real talent.
seriously, teach me how to make money on a blog.
Thanks Martha, I'm sure if your legs almost got chopped off your life would be more dramatic too.
What color racing stripe? Very important.
Clearly thick, blue racing stripes. People would probably confuse it with a Dodge Viper.
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