There are certain things that we just take for granted until they’re not there anymore: breathing through your nose (until you get a cold and it’s feels like your nose hasn’t worked in a thousand years), being able to eat Hot Cheetos (until you hit 30 and then those delicious little suckers turn your insides into a volcano), or being able to open a door that just a moment ago closed with seemingly no problem.
Terrifying. And of course, the even worse nightmare is being at someone's house for a party, using the bathroom and having it begin to back up. You might as well crawl out the window and jump two floors hoping to die because you might as well be dead now.
I was once trapped in the back stairwell of a movie theater in Times Square. Every floor was locked and the lower the staircase went the less light there was. Since this was before I had an iphone, it was before I had a flashlight in my pocket at all times... which means there was a zero percent chance of me seeing if the staircase let out at the bottom. And of course my phone had no service. So I yelled and screamed and banged on the door of 4 different floors for over an hour before a kind employee finally heard me and let me out (in?). Doesn’t seem like a long time now, but I was terrified. The eerie feeling of being alone, but also maybe not alone… oooof! No thanks.
I loved this one, Will. I felt like I was there with you! I could even see the look on the dog's face like he wanted to say, "Dude, I hope you don't have this trouble opening my can of dog food!"
Terrifying. And of course, the even worse nightmare is being at someone's house for a party, using the bathroom and having it begin to back up. You might as well crawl out the window and jump two floors hoping to die because you might as well be dead now.
I was once trapped in the back stairwell of a movie theater in Times Square. Every floor was locked and the lower the staircase went the less light there was. Since this was before I had an iphone, it was before I had a flashlight in my pocket at all times... which means there was a zero percent chance of me seeing if the staircase let out at the bottom. And of course my phone had no service. So I yelled and screamed and banged on the door of 4 different floors for over an hour before a kind employee finally heard me and let me out (in?). Doesn’t seem like a long time now, but I was terrified. The eerie feeling of being alone, but also maybe not alone… oooof! No thanks.
Touching the pocket you keep your wallet in and getting only pocket…
I loved this one, Will. I felt like I was there with you! I could even see the look on the dog's face like he wanted to say, "Dude, I hope you don't have this trouble opening my can of dog food!"
"Did I forget to read Will's Dumb Brain this week?" ... now that's a moment of panic