Me: We're still on for brunch and a movie on Sunday, right?
They: Ok, I realized my office's autism walk is on Sunday morning, and I kind of have to go. I should be done by noon or so, though. Would you be ok with making this an afternoon outing?
Me: Yep. I was gonna make a joke, but I'm going to Hell if I write it, so never mind. But yes, afternoon is fine.
They: Um, for once, I can't fill in the blanks. All the interesting people you know are going to Hell anyway, so would you really not want to be around them?
Me: True. Okay, I was going to say don't worry, I won't bang my head against the wall because of you changing the time of our get-together for an autism walk.
They: *crickets*
Me: I know. I'm horrible.
They: Yeah, you ARE going to hell. But you'll be in good company, so don't sweat it.
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Posted by cynical at October 13, 2006 05:50 PMI had a roomate who did respite care for an autistic boy. Every time, the entire time she was there, he sat ...wait, this might be better shared privately. I don't want anyone thinking about me like they...well, I'll just tell you privately. ;)
Posted by: karan on October 14, 2006 12:49 AMAw, karan, now I'm all curious... heheh.
I loved the joke, babes :)
Posted by: shel on October 14, 2006 02:25 AMWhew...I'm glad to know I'll know at least one person when I get there. :-)
Posted by: chapin on October 14, 2006 10:06 AMWell, I'll save you a space near the fire.
Posted by: shelley (not-so-cynical) on October 14, 2006 07:04 PMHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Posted by: Woody on October 17, 2006 10:14 AM