Last night I broke into a guy's house. It's not my fault, you see—I thought it was abandoned. It didn't look like anyone had been there in months. But when I got down to the basement, to find what I was looking for, I turned a corner and found the owner sitting in a dark room in front of a computer.
(angry and surprised) "Hey, what are you doing here?!"
"Oh... I... just wanted to... see if you still have that picture up. (point) It's so cute!"
(disarmed) "Oh, yeah. Those are my kids at the beach... about ten years ago now. I love that photo."
And then I calmly left, counting my blessings. And that's all there was to that dream.
1 comment:
it's funny, because the other day... i was totally breaking into this dude's house... and when he caught me... he wasn't disarmed at ALL...
...but, his wife DID have some nice jewelery.
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