There are four stories below. They may be truth or they may be fiction. The first person to guess each story correctly gets an invite to Google Wave or the satisfaction of being the winner. Leave your guesses in the comments.
I saw her swaying and wondered what song she was hearing. She wasn’t swaying but falling. I dropped my glass and ran. Suddenly, her head was in my palm. I called her name. She looked at me and asked, “Is that the ceiling?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Where are my tacos?”
I came in from the bus stop crying. My mom met me at the door and asked what was wrong. I told her that the older kids on the bus were calling me names.
“Like what,” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I cried.
“Son, was it ass face donkey fucker?”
“No, he’s too drunk. He’ll puke in my cab.” My friend assured him that I wouldn’t. We got in. Everything had stopped spinning. I burped.
“Is he going to puke?”
Without drawing the cabbie’s attention, I rolled down the window and quietly puked down the side of his door.
We sat in the conference room waiting for our long-winded boss to arrive. It was his meeting; we couldn’t start without him. We would wait ten minutes before we returned to our desks.
“Isn’t it just like Tom to hold up our meeting?”
“Wait until he actually gets here.”