A few days ago, my record stood at X times being right (where X is any large number, say, 14 billion) and one time being wrong. The one time was in the summer, when Holly and I went to the Island *with* Holly's nerdstick (USB flash drive), and when we came back, it was gone. I forget how, exactly, but I was saddled with the blame for this heinous crime, and stood accused (and condemned) of LOSING Holly's precious (nay, beloved) nerdstick. And did I ever hear the end of this? Even after buying Holly another nerdstick (with more storage)? No sir, I did not. All I heard was exclamation after exclamation of the special bond that had once existed between Holly and her old nerdstick, and how, thanks to my callous and evil negligence, that bond had been forever cast asunder. Something good and pure was gone from this world, because I, doltishly, misplaced this nerdstick of nerdsticks. I was to be forever ridiculed and scorned, and never forgiven.
Until this weekend, when Holly found it in one of her sweatshirts she keeps on the Island. One that only she wears. The look on her face when she felt it in her pocket was ... priceless. The realization of the amount of undeserved heckling she had unleashed on me caught up with her, all in about three seconds. Much hilarity ensued.
And now, my record is unblemished once again. Let's hope I can remain perfect for a while longer, as a shining example to all you aspiring Dean wannabes out there.
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