Say It Isn't So
NOVEMBER 2005 SA Themefic from DoggyJ
"This is somewhat silly,
but here goes. You know those ridiculous product warnings, like "do not
use in shower or bath" on the blow dryer? They are there because
somewhere, some time, some idiot did that! See how many stupid accidents you
can involve the gang in, especially our favorites, Jim and Blair. Extra points if done in public, the bullpen,
or someone else finds out about the incident. For ideas, search "stupid
product warning labels"."
This one was fun to research
and write and then it sat on my computer for almost two years. Forgotten and collecting dust until Judy came
to visit. You can either thank or blame
her for the ending. She's usually on me
about adding more, more, more all the time nagging. LOL. This time she said it was finished. After I recovered from my shock…I agreed and
so now you get to see it. Enjoy.
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Blair hobbled out of the elevator clutching one tattered shin guard in his hand. His clothing was in complete disarray. His flannel shirt was torn at the shoulder seam and his jeans were ripped at both knees. He also appeared to have several burnt feathers stuck to his hair. His eyes were so red, they were almost glowing under the florescent lights.
Blair staggered toward the door and almost fell as it was pulled open before he could get his key in the lock. "God, Jim. Don't DO that. Why are you here? Oh, man, I forgot… tonight's poker night." He rubbed his hand distractedly through his hair dislodging a few feathers. "I'm never going to hear the end of this," he muttered.
"What happened to you?" Jim exclaimed as he did a quick search of his roommate for serious injuries.
"Well, you see… it's like this…" Blair started.
"Never mind," Jim interrupted him. Come in and take a shower. Then I'll see how bad off you are. What is that smell?" Jim wrinkled up his nose in disgust as he lowered the dial for smell.
Blair took a quick sniff of himself and sighed. "Dial it down. I'll explain later." He limped in the door and waited for the questions to start. It just had to be poker night.
"Hairboy!" H exclaimed.
"
"Sandburg, what happened to you," Simon bellowed.
Blair sighed as he dropped the shin guard to the floor. "Guys, can't this wait until after I take a shower? Please." He turned the full force of his puppy dog eyes on the MC team and they wilted under the strain. He escaped to the bathroom followed by various versions of "Sure," and "Of course," and then the expected "You better clean the drain when you're done," comment.
Megan bent over and picked up the shin guard. She turned it over a few times and then
snorted. "Maybe you should get
"Why?" Jim asked.
"Because he obviously needs better coverage. It says right here 'Shin pads cannot protect any part of the body they do not cover.' I'm think you should buy them in bulk."
Everyone laughed. Jim
thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. I
wonder if I could get a case discount.
The End
Feedback, as always, is welcome. Cheryl