Hiss-terical
(I am picking up my three-year-old daughter from daycare one afternoon. We cross the parking lot to my car.)
Me: “How was school today, sweetie?”
Daughter: “I found a snack!”
Me: “You did? Was it yummy?”
Daughter: “Mommmmmyyyyyy! You don’t eat snacks!”
Me: “What are you talking about, [Daughter]?”
(My daughter stops walking, sets her backpack down, opens it up, and pulls out her “snack,” which happens to be a dead snake.)
Me: “AAAAAHHHHHH!”
(I screamed so loud that two policemen eating lunch in the sandwich shop across the street heard me and came running. Later, one of them said it sounded like someone was having their legs pulled off.)
This story is part of our Snakes roundup!
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