Unfiltered Story #47968
Unfiltered
| December 23, 2016
I’m sitting, working on my computer and my sister is on the edge of my bed playing Skyrim. I am focused on my work, so I do not actually see what she is doing, but it involves an enemy she can’t see.
To my confusion, I suddenly hear her start to hum “Pop goes the Weasel” as her character sneaks up on a foe.
Sister: “Da da da da da dadadada, DEATH GOES THE WEASEL!” (as she starts firing arrows)
Me: “…what?!”
Sister: “…I don’t know.”
Me: “What kind of arrows are those?”
Sister: “Something about magic arrows.”
Me: “Oh.” (goes back to typing)
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
