The Evil Cap.

Joe was looking at the photos on the refrigerator while I was cooking dinner tonight. He reached for one of the pictures so that he could get a closer look at it, and two of the magnets that were holding it up fell on the floor. When Joe bent down to pick up the magnets he lost his balance, and without any warning he fell down and landed with a huge THUD.

I rushed over to him and said, “Oh no, Joe! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself??”

I was so relieved to hear him giggling as he picked himself up off of the floor. “Holy smokes! I fell down!”

I said, “I know! Are you hurt?”

Joe: “No, no, I’m fine.  I landed right on my ass and there’s enough padding there.”

I helped Joe get back to his feet, and once he was standing again he said, “My hat knocked me over!”

Me: “Your hat?”

Joe took his ball cap off of his head and handed it to me. “Feel how heavy this damned cap is!”

I took his hat and examined it. “It just feels like a normal ball cap to me.”

Joe: “Oh no. That hat is HEAVY! It can knock a grown man right on his ass!”

Me: “I guess we’d better get rid of the hat then, huh?”

I took his hat and put it in the coat closet. “Is that better?”

Joe: “Yes. We will all be much safer now.”

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