Worlds Collide

Would you rather:
1. eat two entire fruit cakes OR drink a gallon of egg nog?
   I may not be fond of eggnog – but given time, I could get it down.
2. as a gift, receive a dirty pair of your grandmother’s panties OR her used bedpan from the hospital?
   What a thoroughly revolting choice to have to make. >__< Ew!
3. step in a pile of reindeer poop OR get tangled in a pile of christmas lights?
   Tangles can be undone – but the horror of that poop lives forever!
4. give $10,000 to one family that needs it OR $1,000 to 10 families that could really use more?
   I vote on the $1000 to ten families. Every little bit helps.

What would *you* choose?

Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect them?
The first thing that comes to mind – our military personnel, the firemen, and our police officers. Their entire lives revolve around keeping us all safe. But who protects them?

Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are: I love you, I’m sorry, and Help me.
I know that I have serious porblems asking for help. Apologizing – not so much. But – yeah. I just cannot seem to ask for help. How weird.

Did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves?
Really? I own a slew of red shirts. I thought it was because it looked good on me. (Or because I am destined to be a security officer on the Enterprise, under Captain Kirk . . .)

Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their beauty?
This would explain why I have so little yellow in my closet. I’m really self-concious.

Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?
I do own a lot of black. I *was* blaming it on being part of the theater program – and the fact that black goes with anything . . .

Any other true things for me to comment on, my lovelies?

So, I’m sitting here, at the laptop, just watching TV – when there’s a knock on my door. I’m not expecting anyone and the roommate doesn’t knock, so – who the hell?

I get up and go look. Some random guy standing there with a bag. Weird. But he’s facing my door. I open the door. He hands me the bag. I give him the universal “What the fuck is going on?!” look, but it apparently didn’t register with him. He says “Thank you.” and walks off. I’m like, okay, this is weird. Maybe it’s like a secret santa thing, someone brings you something, you pass it on to another neighbor – that sort of thing.

I look in the bag – Chinese Food. Oooooooooooo-kaaaaaaaaaaay. I so didn’t order this and it’s sitting on my floor – staring at me.

And I feel like a moron for not looking in the bag before the guy walked off so I could say “I didn’t order this.”

GAH! There’s no menu included in the bag, so I can’t call the place up and be all “So, um, this delivery guy gave me food . . . “

I feel all weird. I mean, the guy didn’t ask for money, so I guess it got paid for over the phone. I also feel badly because there’s enough food here to feed a family of four – or more.

Someone’s going without their dinner.

EEE!

What do I do?!

~* Edit *~
One of my upstairs neighbors just came to get it. The delivery guy got the wrong apartment number. (Duh.) I’m glad I didn’t eat it. But – man. Now I want an egg roll!!!