Ok, so I bitch and moan and complain all the time about how my town sucks, there's nothing to do, etc.
Now there's finally something to do, and all I can do is bitch, moan, and complain about having to do it.
My co-worker is forcing me to go to a haunted house. The problem is: I don't do haunted houses. I know they're fake. I know I should be laughing. I just can't do it. You turn the lights out and have me walk into nothingness and I'm going to freak out. I'm going to hold the hand of the person in front of me so that a crazy haunted house worker doesn't scare the bejesus out of me.
Being scared is not fun. I have not been to a haunted house since 2001, the fateful night I met Jeff and squeezed his hand the entire time (perfect strangers that we were at the time). Seven years later. . .clearly I'm still traumatized by that experience. ; ) (I'm kidding, Jeff.)
I'll report back here afterward and let you know if I still have any dignity left.
1 comment:
I feel the same way about haunted houses. I know I should try to have fun, but I just can't. Same goes for roller coasters. Oh well, at least I tried. . . .
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