I was sure the first scream came from my wife. And she was alone. Did she scream twice? If not her... who else screamed?
I turned to go outside, the many coffee splatters could wait, but my wife beat me to the door. In a rush she entered, panic and laughter mixed upon her face.
"I was waiting for you," she said, "and I felt something at my feet and screamed."
"What...? Who...?" I began.
"It was a raccoon, and as soon as I screamed it backed up and screamed too."
Stink! I wish I'd been there.
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