“The advertisement said it would get up to twelve feet in diameter.”
“I think it got a little bigger than that.”
“Well, sure, I mean look at it.”
“Like I could look at anything else. I told you this was a bad idea.”
“You never told me that.”
“Yes I did! I said ‘Terry, this is bad idea.‘ I think you may have been on the verge of hyperventilating when I said it, but I did say it.”
“Yeah, well, that didn’t stop you from taking your turn blowing it up.”
“Who am I to stand in the way of your dream, Terry?”
“Still, you could have stopped me.”
“Nope. You have to live and learn. And what have you learned from this experience?”
“That advertising is not always accurate.”
“That’s an understatement. I mean this thing has to be eighteen feet in diameter at least. It filled the entire living room. But I think you should have learned ‘I will always listen to Ralph. Ralph is always right.‘”
“Oh come off it. You’re not always right.”
“Did I or did I not tell you not to date Charlene?”
“Yeah, OK, you were right on that one.”
“And I also told you not to buy into that lunar mining stock, right?”
“That sounded like a solid investment!”
“Terry, there is no lunar mining company. It was just a scam. And even if they did manage to set up a mining operation on the moon, how were they going to get the ore back to Earth again?”
“Um … mass drivers?”
“Right … do you know what several tons of material would do when it is shot to Earth? It leaves huge craters. Do you really think they would have been able to recover anything from the craters in their supposed ‘Arizona Reclamation Area’ and still be able to pull a profit, even if it were a legitimate business?”
“Well, it still sounded good.”
“You are an idiot, Terry. And for this brilliant scheme of inflating an over sized balloon indoors … why were we set up in the far corner of the living room? I mean we can’t get out since we are stuck in this corner behind an over inflated wall of … what is this made of again?”
“I don’t remember. The paperwork that came with it was on the coffee table.”
“Ah, right. And the coffee table is where again?”
“Under the balloon.”
“Well, it’s not like we’d be able to grab it if it were right here. I can’t even move my arms, Terry. How do you intend to get us out of here?”
“Well, I have a safety pin. If I can just release it and …”
<POP>
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For some reason, that cheered me up immensely this morning. 🙂
Glad to have brightened your morning. 🙂