Baaaack
A few tims a week I stop into this cozy little restaraunt for breakfast. It's a friendly place with regulars that say hi or good morning to each other as they pass by, everybody that is except this one guy that has a constant snarl on his face, and to top it all off, his name is Elvis, honest, that's his name. Anyway, I've nodded or said hi to him a few times as have others in the place and he just walks by as if we didn't exist. I sit by the table closest to the entrance and he always sits at the table next to me.
Anybody that knows me can tell you that I love my pepper, I love it so much that I blacken everything with it. Sometimes I shake it so hard that it drifts up to my nose and I sneeze.
During the summer they leave the door open to get the air flowing through. One day there was a pretty gusty breeze flowing through so I figured I'd try an experiment on good old Elvis. I held the shaker about 18 inches above the table and shook away letting the breeze carry the flakes over to my buddy Elvis.
Sure enough, a minute or two latter he starts sneezing and sneezing. He was just honking away like there was no tomorrow, so much so that the waitress brought him over some paper napkins.
I must have turned a dozen colors trying to hold back my laughter. Every time he blew one it was harder to hold back, especially when I thought about the fact that he didn't have a clue what the hell was going on. He just sat there sneezing for about five minutes while I was almost falling off my chair.
Finally, when I got outside I almost
busted a gut laughing. All day long, every time I thought about it I
went into hysterics. Hey, why not try it on your friends?
Better still, try it on your enemies...
Okay, go ahead, say it. I'm nasty, I'm cruel, I'm a bad person.
I don't care because revenge tastes oh so sweet.
Hey Elvis, let's do lunch. Huh, what ya say Dude?
Baaaack