this one's funnier than sending a Somali into a backflip @ 800 meters. Here we go fellow babies:
Prelude to a Kiss (circa 1986, Cinci Str8)
Two misbehaver girls bust a vase or something over the skull of their host Mom and escape from a second floor window of the host home. They E&E to a truck stop and trade beaver for mileage. Both are recaptured and change. The staff utilized one to confront me; very insulting and futile. I'd never said/done anything to this girl except support her efforts to resist (except hurting the host Mom).
I was in an R&R phase (passive aggressive), cause I'd spent too much time on the floor that week. She really pissed me off and I wanted revenge. Initially, I just wanted to spit in her face, but my surveillance revealed another option.
It seems that while on the road, she had contracted a case of rotten clam. I watched as the medication cart brought her comfort cream; I confirmed this as I read the script label as I picked up my daily ration of "group candy".
Next time she and the med cart presented, I smiled in anticipation. I simply lined up for my "meds", snatched her anti-funkal cream and tossed it into the middle of the girl's side. It was read like an MI while being passed down the line to the 5th phase Zombots (robotic zombies). The look on her face was priceless. Staff didn't realize what had actually been accomplished, so I was simply led back to my blue chair.
A simple bio/psy op which provided me great amusement and the luxury of seeing damage assessment each time I cast a look upon her face.
Didn't even have to draw blood to see it flow. Priceless.
Jason
[ This Message was edited by: misbehaver on 2004-01-27 19:17 ]
