I live in a house with an add-on kitchen, no basement under it, just a crawl space. As such, it is not unusual in the winter time and early spring to get a mouse in the house once in a while. This usually serves as a great cardio workout for Felix, the otherwise lazy house cat.
Every morning, I get up and go to my gym for an early morning workout. At my gym, there is this guy, whom I shall call Jocko. I call him Jocko because he is always boasting about his latest sport achievement, be it the low score at the golf course and his truely amazing putts, to his very significant achievements in the last and finally minute of the big basketball playoff. I'm sure you know Jocko...loud, boastful, and not a sport around that he is not an expert at. A one man Olympic Team!
Now, this morning I am in the locker room, getting dressed for my workout. When I look in the bottom of my bag, I notice that the little plastic bag of soynuts I keep in my gym bag has opened and are spread around in the bottom of my bag. I think to myself, oh well...gonna have to clean them out. I go out for my workout, as usual.
After a nice long and intense workout, I go back to my locker, and Jocko just happens to be changing at a locker near me, telling another guy how great he was at the last football game, and how he alone scored more points than all the others playing in the game.
Well, I opened my locker and.....out runs a mouse! Little, gray furry mouse. Could be your childs pet.
Jocko sees the mouse, starts yelling out loud and, at the same time, rips off his white towel from around his waist, and proceeds to start swinging at the mouse with his wet bath towel. He is yelling loud "Get the little bastard" and swinging his towel down at the floor repeatedly, all the while Big Jim and the twins are flapping around in the breeze.
Meanwhile, across the locker room, guys never saw (or couldn't see) the mouse scurring for its life, running along the floorboards beneath the wall lockers.
Jocko is having a fit. Yelling and swinging. the mouse is doing HIIT in an attempt to save it's life, and I'm laughing so god darn hard that tears are rolling down my cheeks.
The mouse lived (I think), and Jocko.....well....the rest is pretty ugly so I'll just leave it here.
Have a great day, friends! My day has already peaked, it;s just downhill from here on.
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