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Luckily what I think doesn't become real
May. 1st, 2007 09:04 pmIf I'm to meet someone somewhere and they are five minutes late, I start considering the things that may have delayed them: a late bus, a misplaced house key, a slow watch, a random sighting of a pink rabbit.
If they are ten minutes late: some bad traffic, a last minute phone call, an encounter with a talking pink rabbit.
If they are fifteen minutes late, I start to worry: maybe there's been a car accident, or they came down with a sudden and severe illness, or maybe the pink rabbit turned out to be homicidal.
By the time someone is twenty minutes late, I've begun rehearsing the speech I will give at their funeral.
It's dangerous to leave me alone with too much time to think. That is, unless you would like to know what I would say at your memorial.
If they are ten minutes late: some bad traffic, a last minute phone call, an encounter with a talking pink rabbit.
If they are fifteen minutes late, I start to worry: maybe there's been a car accident, or they came down with a sudden and severe illness, or maybe the pink rabbit turned out to be homicidal.
By the time someone is twenty minutes late, I've begun rehearsing the speech I will give at their funeral.
It's dangerous to leave me alone with too much time to think. That is, unless you would like to know what I would say at your memorial.
