So I saw the post from retro_tears
and it got me to thinking of this evening and my "down side" to dreads moment.
OK, maybe not down side more like DEADLY EXXXTREME side.
So I'm downstairs at work and its getting dark pretty early these days.
I am looking at the snack machine tricking myself into a "healthy" alternative.
Yeah, I know better... don't you judge me dammit *gives stank-eye*
When suddenly, alone in the quiet room I feel somebody rubbing the back of my neck so softly. I can't believe this. Somebody could have come into the break room from the open garage. My life flashes before my eyes, mainly a combination of bad choices and scenes from Kevin Smith movies.
So, I turn and punch the shit
out of the hot/cold sandwich machine next to me. I mean I went Michael Jai White on this machine.
Lets say that the machine will never
think about being in the spot where I imagined an unseen assailant molesting my supple neck flesh...
I showed his metal and plexi-glass ass...
So yes, still getting used to the texture of my hair touching me like this I was, um, startled to say the least. Ive had similar moments with it going into my ear or at night in my eye.
Lastly, the security guard came in and asked if things were OK because, yeah, it was loud. I played it off like my Funyuns got stuck and I had to shake the machine.
So has anybody else had the "OMFG what is that ??!!!" moment from your own dreads?