Here's a short story (of around 133 words) about gift-giving:
My housemate/landlord/friend (not in that order) is, among other things, Jewish, and at the beginning of Hanukkah, announced that she got me a present. I protested. "Oh, you don't have to give me a present. First of all, I don't celebrate Hanukkah, and I didn't get you anything." But she insisted: "It's Hanukkah, and don't worry, I'm not giving you one every day. Just for the last day, and it's nothing big." I said a second or third time that it was unnecessary, and we laughed about it.
I believe Hanukkah ended a few days ago. I have not yet received any present. And now, although I didn't want one, and feel silly about it, part of me feels jobbed!
So, to everyone out there: you are not getting any gifts from me.
In a previous blog entry of mine, I hid a link to another audio embellishment. I didn't actually hide it, but I didn't make it very obvious. It was just a little blue asterisk. I'm sure that not a one of you clicked on it. [pout]
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4 comments:
Does your housemate read your blog?
I put the likelihood of her having ever seen the blog at 40%, the likelihood of her reading the blog regularly at 1%, the likelihood of her seeing the blog at any time in the future at 90%, and the likelihood of her reading this particular post at no idea %.
Holy crap, that second little blue asterisk made me LOL hardcore. Maybe you should consider bits like that for your improv blog?
Thank you for the compliment. I will try to always publish complimentary comments on this blog. I must warn you all, however, that I will never again publish a comment containing gross internet slang or emoticons. Unless, perhaps, they are extremely and cleverly tongue-in-cheek.
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