Mirror, Mirror...

Years ago, in an office move where I work, the desk that became mine had, in one of it's drawers, a nice little mirror of about 5x7inches that a previous user had left.

Now, I'm a person that avoids looking in the mirror as much as possible, but I have kept that mirror with me and on the rare occasion there was a spur of the moment call for a meeting, I could comb my hair real quick-like and show up as presentable as is possible when you look like me.

A few weeks ago at home, Lovely Wife mentioned that she'd like to have a small mirror in her bedside table for the odd bedside makeup routine or what have you, and I told her I'd bring mine home and let her have it, and that it would be perfect for what she's talking about. It has it's own stand similar to a self-standing picture frame and also folds flat for putting away in a drawer.

Well, yesterday, I finally remembered the mirror and went to put it into my lunch tote thingamajig, and as I was heading there, I passed a coworker.

Sometimes, an idea strikes you and you take action without even thinking of the possible consequences, but you do the deed and then it's too late, ya know? You just hope it doesn't cause trouble.

Anyway, I'm walking past my coworker and say, "Hey, Rick. Wanna see something SCARY?"

He looks at me and smiles and says, "Yeah."

So I simply hold up the mirror to where he's looking at his own reflection, and he is startled for about one second and then just busts out laughing.

Phew!

Good thing ol' Rick's an easygoing guy.

I could have easily offended some other person. And that truly came out of me before I could even consider whether or not I should do it.

All's well that ends well, I guess.

Sometimes I just crack me up.