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.
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.
Posted by: Erin | May 06, 2008 at 11:29 PM
I love Whitworth. It's such a strange little place.
Posted by: April | May 12, 2008 at 08:54 PM
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.
Posted by: Katie | June 16, 2008 at 10:08 PM