Flatmate 1: How was your day?
Shannon: I dropped a brick on my foot.
Flatmate 1: Wow. That’s pretty special.
Flatmate 2: How was your day?
Shannon: I dropped a brick on my foot!
Flatmate 2: …Ok…
Flatmate 1: I love how excited she is to tell everyone.
Louise: Can’t do lunch today, how about tomorrow?
Shannon: Ok. Also? I dropped a brick on my foot!
Shannon: It’s either a long story, or a short story with actions.
Louise: I look forward to tomorrows presentation.
Pharmacy Dude: Let me guess, you’re here for a sprain.
Shannon: No. I dropped a brick on my foot. I’m here for a prescription.
Pharmacy Dude: Wow. A whole brick?
Shannon: I dropped a brick on my foot. It hurts. And now there’s a bruise.
Parental Unit: Where in the hell did you find a brick?
Shannon: I dropped a brick on my foot, and now I have a brick shaped lump of PAIN.
Taekwon Do Dude: Oh no! How’s the Brick?!
Shannon: Recovering slowly. I’m thinking of sending flowers.
Remember that time I dropped a brick onto my own foot? Yeah. Yesterday. I’m thinking I should stop telling people about that. Mostly because it makes me look ever-so-slightly mentally deficient.
Also? It’s really not that bad. It’s just that it’s the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since I blew up that crock-pot.
Also? I have this tendency, when I’m sick, to make it seem a lot worse than it is. Like, I’m miserable, therefore I must be vocal about it, and make everyone else miserable too. Louise and Karlie used to hate it when I came down with a cold when we all lived together, because I’d station myself in the lounge, and sniffle dramatically. Then every so often I’d allow a cough to wrack my body, and then I’d moan – just loud enough for people to hear me – just so that everyone understood how very sick I was.
I’m pretty sure the brick issue is simply an exertion of that. Now, If you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to go practice my heroic limp.
Shannon. (Who dropped a brick on her foot yesterday.)
(Yes. A whole brick.)
(There’s a big bruise and everything.)