I’ll admit, we screw around a lot at work. It’s not a good idea to leave your hat unattended, for one thing, and Og help you if you leave your computer unlocked.
Today, we were working outside on something that would probably bore you to tears. Suffice it to say that in the process of doing it, we had some office chairs and a good length of four-strand wire laying about.
First, we had some chair races. Always good clean fun.
After that, one of my co-workers had taken some of the aforementioned wire and tied it to a lasso. He was throwing it at people and various objects, and he never seemed to snare anything. I had an idea.
I sat in one of the chairs and started to scoot away. “Bet you can’t catch me!” I yelled. He came after me, slinging the wire lasso around his head in true pseudo-cowboy style. It was too funny, and I was laughing my ass off when the loop went around my head.
Somehow, it landed in such a way as to fold down the top of my left ear. At the same time, it managed to snag my upper lip; holding it into kind of a “Mr. Ed doing an Elvis impersonation” position. This was, shall we say, slightly uncomfortable. Especially considering I was moving away from the co-worker, who still held the lasso.
“Ack! Let go! Let go!” I said as best as I could. At this point, he decides to yank on the wire. I shan’t elaborate on how much that hurt, as it is an experiment easily reproduced by the reader. Finally, the pseudo-cowboy was laughing too hard to hold onto the wire.
After 10 minutes of some of the most intense laughter I have ever witnessed (I was laughing, too, but definitely not as hard as the other guys), the pseudo-cowboy let us know that he used to rope bulls. So I was dealing with a real cowboy.
Damn it.
