THE BRAVE LITTLE FRAKKIN' TOASTER
A Play in One Act
A Play in One Act
SCENE: Idyllic neighborhood playground. Evening. Two intelligent and gorgeous moms, E and D sit at a picnic table discussing really fancy, erudite things like philosophy and molecular physics as they watch their children gambol.
Please note that the children are gamboling, not gambling. It's not that sort of story.
D: Hey, kids! Wanna see a really cool spider?
Yay! I'm cute and harmless!Spider: KILL YOU, HUMAN SCUM!!!!
And I swear on the graves of a thousand mutant arachnid warriors, the spider JUMPED DIRECTLY ONTO MY FINGER.
Seriously, it was like TWO FEET (three inches) away, and IT JUMPED ON ME.
Here's what DID NOT happen then:
* I did not scream like a girl
* I did not jump around like a little screaming girl
* I did not curse in front of four small children
No, no. I was calm and reasonable. Like Queen Gorgo of Sparta in 300.
E: Why are you pacing? I saw it jump off you. Sit down.
D: Oh, no. It's tricksy. That's what it *wants* me to do.
E: It's on the ground.
D: IT IS NOT. IT IS TRICKSY, AND IT IS WAITING TO AMBUSH ME AND CRAWL INTO MY BRA.
Spider: (bides time, snickers, rubs pincers menacingly)
D: AND THERE IT IS ON THE SIDE OF THE PICNIC TABLE! THAT BASTARD SPIDER THOUGHT IT COULD TRICK ME, BUT IT COULDN'T. I SEE YOU, SPIDER! RIGHT THERE! I SEE YOU WAITING! BUT I'M SMARTER THAN YOU, BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS BIGGER THAN A POPPYSEED! SUCK IT, TINY MORON SPIDER JERK!
E: Yeah, we have to go now.
And then we went home, and I bathed in bleach.
(Note: There may be some poetic license at work here. E, just pretend it happened that way, because it's funnier.)
Oh, and the frakkin' toaster bit?
It's because since I got my new hairdo, I feel like a different Cylon version of myself, kinda like how there was Caprica, and then there was Six.
But if I ever find the Caprica version of myself, believe me, I'll post pics.