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The Great Zoobini Elite user Boulder, Colorado 443 Posts |
This is what happens at 3 in the morning...
To this day, I'm not quite sure why I did this. I guess it's just the intrinsic performer in me wanting to try new ideas to see what happens. Little did I know... A friend needed to run some errands and wanted me to drive him around town one afternoon. I told him I had just bought another car and was 2 o'clock OK? He said yes and the fun begins. I knocked on his apt. door and we both walked and talked towards the parking lot. He had no idea what my other car looked like so he's following my cue. I had parked next to a red car that had been backed in. I walked between the red car and my blue car then pretended to unlock the driver's door of the red car. My friend naturally went to the passenger side of the red car, opened the door (!) and then got in (you can't make this stuff up). I was laughing so hard, nothing was coming out - I got weak in the knees - uncontrollably losing it - because now he was actually sitting in someone else's car waiting for me to get in. I fell around the front of the car doubled over in laughter - but my friend was just sitting there looking at me thru the windshield wondering what was going on. I realized the car's owner may be looking out their apt window which just added to the hilarity. My friend is just sitting there in someone else's car looking very goofy. I stumbled back between the cars, opened the door to my blue car, got in and closed the door still laughing my fool head off. We both looked over at each other in different cars and I lost it all over again. He didn't know exactly what to do until I signaled for him to come over to my blue car. My eyes were all watery from laughing so hard - I had cried tears of joy. He thinks he is beginning to "get it" as he opens the passenger door to my car but the fun isn't over quite yet. He is still very vulnerable to comic relief. As we sit there laughing in my car, he mentions to hurry up and get going. But oh no - not me. I'm just getting warmed up. I get out my keys and begin to fumble with them while trying them in the ignition. One by one - none of them fit. I start to mention I just bought this car and, now that I look around and think about it, I didn't really recognize it as being my car at all (I'm a horrible human being). I tell him I'm serious. I think I'm in the wrong car - sorry. I was looking around at the interior and told him again this wasn't my car, opened the door, and got out. So now he's really lost and I'm wondering why I haven't seen this great routine before. I'm standing by the trunk as he gets out of the car. He observes me looking totally confused, kinda scratching my head and gazing at all the other cars in the parking lot. He was speechless and starting to freek out! (like I said, horrible). "Where's my darn car?!", I exclaimed trying not to burst out in laughter all over again. I started wandering around aimlessly looking at the cars in the parking lot and mumbling, "No...no...Is this it? No..." while my friend looked on in disbelief! He finally says, "Oh, c'mon! What color is it?" I said, "It's gray I think - but I'm color-blind." (this was way too easy). By now, even a real blind man could see this could take all afternoon so I was finally able to relax from my Academy Award performance with the satisfaction I had tortured this poor soul enough. I walked back to my blue car and got in. It all finally hit him as he got in my car. I started the engine, slapped him on the back and said, "Welcome aboard, sonny!" My stomach was sore the next morning. I invented this routine on the fly but wouldn't mind hearing other funny versions you may have come up with. Horrible...
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Pakar Ilusi Inner circle 5777 Posts |
You are an evil, evil man The Great Zoobini... Poor soul your friend, though gullible.
"Dreams aren't a matter of Chance but a matter of Choice." -DC-
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Slide Special user 533 Posts |
The guy who owned the red car left it unlocked?
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The Great Zoobini Elite user Boulder, Colorado 443 Posts |
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On 2011-12-29 08:30, BillMcCloskey wrote: Yep...He had left it unlocked. I guess I could have simply started with my own car not being mine but it was much funnier seeing him sit in someone else's car. Like I said, you can't make this stuff up.
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