What is it about spy movies?
I can't run fast. Can't punch. And probably can't jump from the top of a bridge on to a moving semi-truck.
BUT... there is just something about a spy movie that makes you feel invincible. I'm pretty sure it's a problem. I mean, if it were daylight and not freezing outside, I'd probably be skulking around the neighborhood dressed in all black trying to complete some preposterously imagined mission.
Someone. could. get. hurt.
Granted, that someone would probably be me. Don't worry, Arlington, you are safe. Although I did just take out the trash.... spy style. How do you take out the trash spy style? By tucking a kitchen knife in your trash bag hand... that way, if an assailant attacks, they won't suspect a thing. They'll be chuckling internally that you are defending yourself with a bag full of rotten banana peels and newspaper when—WHAM!— surprise attack.
Sadly, I really do think of things like that.... and the whole knife thing really happened, too.
Watch out, Arlington, there is a spy in town.
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