Tuesday nights are always tied up for me. You see, I am the figurehead president of the University of Ottawa Dance Dance Revolution club, and we hold our meetings from 6:00 pm to around 8:30 pm every Tuesday.
This time we got out of DDR club (we being Tony and I, because Tony is the vice-president of this club) later than usual. On the way home, we walked towards this woman who seemed to be walking much slower and erratic than normal people walk, even accounting for the cold.
When we got close enough to her, she asked Tony if he had a smoke, and he politely said that he didn’t and went on his way. Then she turned her attention to me.
I looked into the eye of terror, dear readers. I was transfixed on the spot! I couldn’t move! She asked me if I had a cigarette and I told her I didn’t. Then she asked for some change, and I politely told her that I didn’t have any (and I really didn’t this time… I still couldn’t move by the way) Then came the chilling part.
In a voice that could chill the very fires of hell, she came closer to me and said “Yes you do… you’d give me some change, wouldn’t you?” This is where my fight or flight instinct kicked in, and I was finally able to escape from the clutches of death.
Tony didn’t help me by the way, cause he’s a terrible terrible friend.
