Let me preface this by giving you a scenario.
So let's say you've been reading my blog for a while now... you like the concept, you like (some of) my posts... [at least, I hope you do, else you're just coming back to see if I'm still embarrassing myself in front of my readership of 3]...
Anyway, you're reading along one day, and you stumble across a particular story that reminds you of something that happened to you recently... or three years ago... or in a dream that a friend of yours had and told you about.
Now, here's where the scenario gets shaky... what if... [and I know this is a crazy idea]... you sent me a little email at email@example.com and told me about it?
Because, you see, the funny thing about a blog based on funny stories is... you need funny stories.
And as much as I love telling stories of my own [or making something up], it does get bothersome after a while.
So, next time you read one of my stories [like the one that's about to follow... HA! Gotcha! This isn't just a shameless plug!]... think about one you can send me!
And now, for the story!
It was a dark, stormy night...
[hold up, HOLD UP.... not EVERY story has to have a dark, stoooormy night with lots of eeriness and crap]
Yes it does!
[No, it doesn't]
YES, it DOES!
[HAHAHA! You lose!]
Fine, it was a clear, sunny day with rainbows and unicorns and all manner of chirpy woodland creatures. Is that better?
Anyway, a young man [whom we'll call 'Don'] had been given a rather difficult task at his brand new job. Being a very diligent worker and eager to prove himself in his new place of labor, he applied himself to the mountainous task placed before him.
For hours he labored, focusing all of his efforts and energies on this one task.
Finally, after working uninterrupted in his side office almost all day, he completed his task!
The young man was ecstatic. He leaped from his chair and threw his arms in the air, doing a very Caucasian-style dance --
[please tell me he gets caught doing this... that would be epic]
No. Now, as I was saying...
[Is the job not really finished? I mean, there has got to be something else to this story. Trickster doesn't help people impress their bosses on their first day of work. It just doesn't happen.]
The job is done, he's completed his work. Now if you'll just let me...
[Abducted by aliens??]
WILL YOU LET ME TELL THE STORY??
Now, the young man became so pleased with his accomplishment that he sat himself down in his chair and took a long, deep breath and drank in the smell of victory.
He became so overcome by his self-satisfaction that he threw his feet up on his desk and placed his hands behind his head.
At that moment, while he was basking in the relaxation of a job well done [and on his own ALL DAY, he might add smugly], he saw the boss stick his head in and say, "Hey, Don! How's it going?"
[Bet that gave a mighty good impression]
Yeah, no kidding.