One afternoon at the store my boss offered half of her barbecue beef sandwich. She had bought it up the street at a new restaurant and she couldn’t finish it. “But it’s good,” she told me. “ You’ll like it.”
I was happily chowing away when I stopped to re-arrange it. I lifted up the bun and out stepped a fly.
He had been happily gorging on the sandwich at the same time as me. Slapping his belly with both hands, he contentedly exhaled. “Ahhhh!”
Then after a couple of false starts, he managed to lift his overloaded carcass into the air and flew away.
I once worked at a horse ranch for a few months. We were re-doing the stalls, lining the interiors with extra wood. But the wood and nails were substandard, the boards were prone to splitting and the nails prone to bending. I was pulling a bent nail out of a board when the hammer slipped away and I hit myself right in the front teeth.
Without a sound, refusing to acknowledge the extreme pain I was in, I walked away. Walked out of the barn where I was working with the owner’s daughter and into the next barn over. She didn’t even know anything had happened until I told her about it later.
That’s how I reacted with the fly. I put the sandwich down and just walked away, refusing to acknowledge what I had just seen.
You don’t believe me? I know what I saw.
THE FLY STORY!!!!!!!!!
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This is literally my all time favorite story.