I Live Up To My Name

This blog received its title from a very good friend, albeit extremely witty and sarcastic friend, who found it hysterical.

Now I assume most people would be offended if they were called a psycho. Or were told they babble. Not me.

An incident that occurred yesterday will make his reasons behind his name suggestion a little clearer.

 

Because I’m lazy, I decided to take a cab to work from the hotel I was staying at. It wasn’t a long ride and the driver pulled up right at the front entrance.

I pay and attempt to exit the taxi. The door handle doesn’t budge and the door wouldn’t open.

I try it again. The handle doesn’t budge and the door doesn’t open.

I try it again, this time panicking just a little.

The fourth attempt, I’m all ” HOLY SHIT I’M IN THE BONE COLLECTORS CAB”* as I kick the door open.

(This all happened in the span of about five seconds)

It was just stuck and needed a little extra push.

*In case you don’t know, the Bone Collector is a book and movie about a serial killer taxi driver who abducts his victims in his cab.

I also refuse to go camping because The Blair Witch might get me.

Apparently I also watch way too many horror movies.

Hope this clears things up a bit.

 

8 Comments on “I Live Up To My Name

  1. I take way too many cabs. They tend to lock the doors as soon as your are sat in one… That would probably freak you out just a tad

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