Friends With Deadly Benefits

(I am walking to work at the local mall, and my mind is a million miles away. As I approach the restaurant next door to my store, a white-garbed figure suddenly launches itself at me from the shadows. It’s my friend who works at the restaurant, but I don’t realize it at first.)

Friend: “FRIENDSHIP ATTACK!”

Me: *screams*

Friend: *cracks up laughing*

Me: *calming down some, chuckling weakly* “Dude, I have anxiety issues. Don’t do that!”

Friend: “Aw, I’m sorry.” *hugs me* “Consider it a survival training exercise! You’re still alive after being scared half to death!”