Invasion 1836, or Divine Invasion?
I knew they were coming. I couldn't stop them from coming. And now that they are here, I feel as if I've been invaded. What is this I talk about? Sorry, can't say. It's from the hush hush department. Maybe in good time I will be able to tell my secret. Some people already do know it, but that couldn't be helped. Last night was one of those odd nights where you could almost describe it as a good book. It was a dark and stormy night, around 9pm, came a knock on the door. My wife glanced out the window and said, "there's a scary person outside the door!" Well, being the type of person I walked over to the door expecting someone I knew outside, but sure enough when I opened it, there was this lady standing there. She was pale in the face with rain-soaked black hair. She sort of looked like what I think Trent Reznor's mom would look like. But, rather than ask me to get "Closer to God", she asked if I could telephone a cab for her, while she waited outside. She claimed she was trying to get to the convenience store located about 1/2 mile down the road. Maybe she really was a psycho-killer who changed her mind when someone standing on a step in front of here was 3 feet taller than herself. So I just replied with my best David Byrne "Qu?est que c?est...Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far...sure no problem." Of course, sure enough, my wife being the giving person she is, went outside and said, "I'll give you a ride." I thought about some sage advice to offer, but once again the song lyrics popped into my head:
You start a conversation you can?t even finish it. You?re talkin? a lot, but you?re not sayin? anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again? Psycho killer,I pondered life and how she would be missed, but thankfully I said, "Take your cell phone!" You never know in a hostage situation how valuable unlimited free minutes with no roaming charges might be. Now, this is the point in the story where something horrible or exciting is supposed to happen. Boy, you are some sort of gloomy sicko aren't you? Sorry to disappoint, but she returned with news that the lady had told her "God sent her to our house". Well there were some other reasons why she was outside walking around in the first place, but I won't go into that here. Who knows. Maybe this was truly divine intervention, or maybe God secretly wanted to give the monkey something to write about on his blog. Stuff like this just doesn't happen.