Going Down Conversation with a friend, as we walk to the elevators: Friend: So, what are you up to this weekend? Me: Saturday we are going to the Chihuly museum. Friend: Oh, you know it's not just Chihuly, right? It's devoted to glass in general. Me: No, I hadn't realized. Friend: Yeah, they even have a glass blowing room, where you can see people making art and stuff. Me: Cool. At this point the elevator arrives containing two people. We enter. Friend: The last time I went they were blowing a squirrel. Me: A squirrel? Friend: Yeah, it was like this three-foot high squirrel, and there were two or three people blowing it. Like, taking turns. Me: That's kind of strange. Friend: Not at all what I was expecting to see, that's for sure. We arrive at the next floor. The two other people exit looking perplexed and creeped out. At this point the elevator arrives containing two people. We enter.We arrive at the next floor. The two other people exit looking perplexed and creeped out.





Posted on July 07, 2008 to Conversations



