Serious business.

Saturday night, I sit in my living room, hear some rumbling outside.  Curious, I go to my office window and see two men in full camoflauge fatigues climbing out from the pit below the window.

I open the window. 

"Gentlemen," I say, "What are you doing?" I say.

Instead of running, they earnestly exclaim,

"Well...there were these girls...they were NINJAS...we had to run from them!"

Onnnnnnly here.  Camouflaged men running from Ninja women.

Comments

[Erin]

Craziness. I suppose you went back to your daily chores at that point. Ha!

Once someone called me a ninja when I was at Whitworth. I think it was because I was wearing all black. Note, I am not goth, nor ninja, really.

[April]

I love Whitworth. It's such a strange little place.

[Katie]

I bet one of them was my sister. She lived in the ninja theme house the year after it was the ninja theme house, and it seemed to rub off.