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When out to lunch with co-workers, you bump into a close friend who refers to you by a nickname. Because of its unusualness, the nickname catches the interest of one of your co-workers who asks for the story behind it. Start your story with, "This may come as a surprise, but ... " and end it with, "And that's how I got the nickname (fill in the blank)."
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"This may come as a surprise, but I had this girlfriend--" I started, but was immediatly interrupted, no surprise, by Robby, the little a*****e he was.
"YOU had a GIRLfriend?!" he seemed shocked already. I rolled my eyes, knocking an open palm against his chair, and sending it wobbling, he laughed, caught the chair on all four legs, and settled in for the story.
"This girlfriend in high school, and it was Halloween," I could get no peace from that horrible man.
"Oh, how predictable." Robby moaned, losing interest.
Dirk rolled his eyes and motioned for me to continue, I wasn't surprised, after all, he'd been the one to ask.
"... so we were throwing a huge party, 'least a hundred people, all packed into my parent's little house. So, I go upstairs to lock all the bedroom doors, when I notice that the bathroom door is already locked, lights're off, too. I didn't want the bathroom door locked, so I knocked, it was already getting dark, there was no reason for the lights to be off." I finally got a full bit put in, and cast a sideways glance at Robby, who was interested enough.
"What?" He demanded, angry for the interruption, "Why'd you stop?!"
"Because you're talking!" I snapped back at him, sighing and going back into the story, "I didn't get an answer, so instead of knocking again, I kicked the door right next to the handle, jogged the lock enough to let it slip. It was pretty sweet. Though, the first thing I saw was my girlfriend and my cousin making out in the middle of the bathroom--"
"No s**t!" Laughed Robby, and I refused the urge to knock him out of his chair for his inability to stop exhaling words.
"So, I took two steps in, closed the door, and beat the living s**t out of him!" I wasn't sure at the time why I'd closed the door, but it made it dark enough that I couldn't have even seen, I was shocked I hadn't decked the girl. Obviously, no longer by girlfriend. "We couldn't get the stains out of the mirror, though," I added, making a face in memory of the blood that had spotted my mother's medicine-cabinet mirror.
"Seriously?" Dirk asked, in faint disbelief, scooting his chair away from me a little bit.
"Yup, and that's how I got the nickname Bloody Mary," I checked my watch, "Break's over," I stood and tossed my tray in the trash, kicking the chair back to the table, and starting back to the office. I grinned as I could feel the guy's eyes on my back, for show, I flexed my fingers, and balled them into a tight fist, cracking my wrist.
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Wed Nov 05, 2008 @ 11:48pm · 0 Comments |
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