There are two kinds of people: those perverse people who like to scare people and others who don't. My husband loves to scare me.
As a young married couple, we lived in a Victorian 3rd floor apartment. He always got home before I did. At the top of the stairs was a landing with a beautiful stained glass window and a table and lamp in the corner to provide light. There were two apartments on the third floor.
One evening after work, I was trudging up the steps with my cooler, lunch box, work bag, and purse. Just as I was near the top of the stairs, he stepped out from the corner and yelled "BOO!" at me. I screamed and all of the contents from my arms went tumbling down the steps. The neighbors came to see what had happened. I told him that if took the rest of my life, I was going to get even with him.In the following days, I plotted, planned, and strategized HOW I could get even. One day I was able to get off work early and I rushed home, parked the car blocks away and waited patiently for him to arrive. I waited, with bated breath, and as I heard his footfall on the steps, his voice rang out, "Sweetheart, you're just going to have to be more original!" I jumped out and asked, "How did you know?" He answered, "I knew you'd try the SAME thing; I've just been waiting!" I asked again, "But HOW did you know--I got off work early, I hid the car--how did you know?" He laughed and said, "I smelled your perfume in the hallway!"
2 comments:
He hasn't scared you away!
LOL. When my husband and I first got married he would jump out behind doors and corners to scare me. I always hit the floor. He would laugh and laugh and think it was so funny. Finally after about six months of this I got fed up and plotted. Every chance I got I would jump out from the shadow and scare him. I realized why he did it. It was fun. I like the moment when I knew I had him. When he thought he was safe....BOO! After a couple of good scares on my part I stopped. My husband no longer tries to scare me. Problem solved. ;)
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