Yesterday my brother-in-law Chris told me a story.
While riding the bus home from class, he saw me sitting a few seats away.
I was wearing sunglasses, and obviously ignoring him. He tried to catch my attention.
He could not.
He glared at me with an angry face, only stoping himself from yelling out my name because the bus was crowded and it was rude.
He wondered why I was getting off at Wyview but figured that I had lived there before and was visiting friends or something.
Only after I got off the bus did he realize that the sunglassed girl was NOT me.
"How could you tell it wasn't me if she looked just like me?" I asked.
"She got off the bus," Chris said, "and I was like 'Becky is a much better walker than that girl.'"
YES! After years of walking into doors and falling down stairs, it's nice to think that I can be recognized by my walking skillz.
4 comments:
Don't forget stepping off a curb and breaking a bone in your foot, stepping off a trampoline and breaking another bone in your foot.
Everyone has a twin I've heard, but in the same town? Creepy!
Why did you use a z at the end of skills. Please do not repeat.
Chris is crazy, not dad but the other one. You walk silly, ALL the time.
Nice to get so much support from your family, huh Becky.
You should tell him what a good twirler you are.
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