Flying Muffin of Doom!
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005As I was climbing in the pick-up truck to back up to the main door so we can load a pool table we were going to install, I spotted what appeared to be a cinnamon muffin that was sittin on the floor of the truck. At once a thought entered my head…. woulden’t it be hilarious to hit jared upside the head with this muffin. Mind you it was one of them huuuuuge muffins from Costco.
At the time of the thought, Jared was out of site, in the shop. When all of the sudden he walked into plain view, and stood still, while talking to dad. That was when I knew it was a sign from above…. This muffin needed to be pitched at Jared.
As Jared was standing and talking, this huge cinnamon muffin barely grazes his head at full speed, splattering on the wall just behind him. Without moving anything but his head, he slowly turns in my direction, with a raised eyebrow. That was when my dad got pissed. Turns out he just bought the muffin this morning, and it wasn’t an old one like I figured. So now he’s bending over, picking the peices up off the shop floor.
After me and Jared laughed for a good ten minutes, we got back to loading the truck. It wasn’t till about 15 minutes later, that we walked by and saw dad still eating the muffin with his coffee. My stomach was hurting from laughing.
