What is Yours Is
Yours, What Isn't Is Dangerous
by Jeffrey Payne
Now I have a
story for you all, its a truly
inspirational story, with a lesson and everything.
This weekend I was lucky enough to be treated to
lunch by my loving sister and her husband. We
went to Margheritas in Keene, a personal favorite
of mine and a restaurant that happens to carry my
favorite hot sauce at every table. After we
finished our meal, I knew what had to be done.
Why buy the hot sauce at a store, when
theres a bottle right there, unopened and
ready to be spread over some fried eggs over easy?
So being the smooth operator that I am I
convinced the waitress to let me take the bottle
of hot sauce as a souvenir of my visit. However,
just in case management saw me and got a little
fussy, I put the bottle of hot sauce in my shorts
pocket as we exited. Now this sounds like a
rather poorly thought out plan, but hear me out.
Its worked for two years, why should this
time be different?
coming home and were singing songs and
Im regaling them with stories of my fast
paced college life, a real Brady Bunch moment,
when the unthinkable happens. We pull up to my
tower, I reach for my keys, and there I am,
standing outside of G Tower with my hand in a
pocket full of hot sauce. I dont take this
especially well and pull my phone and keys and
all of the hot sauce bottle shards out of my
pocket and send sauce flying all over the place,
making the no parking zone outside of G Tower
look like a very convincing crime scene. I run up
to my room, dripping hot sauce all over the place
and getting it on every door handle in the tower,
determined to save my phone and get into a new
pair of shorts. It wasnt a total loss
though; those shorts never did seem to fit right.
So after a
severe personal cleaning session and wiping off
all of the door handles so it didnt look
like someone had committed murder and ran through
G Tower I feel that this problem has passed,
minus the new fragrance my phone now carries. I
receive a call from my mother. I put her on
speaker because I have no interest in having my
phone anywhere near my nose at the moment, when
she decides to tell me that my sister had called
her and that God had punished me for taking the
hot sauce. God had punished me, thanks a heap Mom.
So with that comforting piece of knowledge and
without a shred of dignity, my day moved forward.
Take heed my friends, this could happen to you.
You probably wont encounter the same hot
sauce in pants situation, but you get the gist.
Dont take what isnt yours, something
crappy will happen and your mother will tell you
that God smote you.