A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM
“OMG....I know who you are.....You're Sunshine from YA, aren't you?!” I asked. “I’m Danny, night custodian at the Metropolitan Museum here in Metropolitanville.”
“Well Danny, do you have any idea, why I am here with you?” asked Sunshine. “I was just eating breakfast with Matt, and now ZAP….I am here. What happened?”
I said, “No explaining it! There have been a lot of strange things going on in my life lately. Welcome to the Club!”
“Can you keep a secret, Sunshine?” I asked. “I’ll tell you all about it if you’ll promise not to tell anyone.”
Sunshine answered, “I usually tell Matt everything, but OK, I swear.”
“Your popping into my life is just another unexplainable phenomenon among the many,” I said. “It’s like I am in the Twilight Zone. All of a sudden I am running into guys that are definitely NOT from around here. Last night at the museum, I was working at my job as night custodian, near the Ramses exhibit, when Ramses stepped out of his Mummy Case, handed me several gold coins, and asked if I would book him passage to Egypt.“
So, I asked him, “Ramses, I know you are sworn to your secrets of mummification and all, but can you tell me anything about time travel? I mean, how could a guy from Neptune actually be in our midst? For instance I was at the Jolly Roger Bar yesterday afternoon, and I just KNOW the bartender was from Neptune! He was green, for Heaven’s sakes!”
“Both of you guys are from another time, another place, and yet here you are,” I said to Ramses, stating the obvious.
“I know nothing of time travel. I can’t help you, but I will give you much treasure if you will ship my sarcophagus, with me in it, back to Egypt on the first available ship,” pleaded Ramses.
“Isn’t that against the law?” I asked innocently. Ramses replied, “Well, think of it this way, my sarcophagus was stolen from my tomb, and now it is here. I only want to go home.”
So, I said, “In THAT case, please give me your passport, and I’ll see what I can do.” Ramses, said, “You’ve got to be kidding. I need to be shipped as freight.”
I thought about it, and said, “Maybe I could get you a fake death certificate, with a fake name, from a friend of mine, but it’ll cost ya.” Ramses replied, “Don’t you understand--money is no object!”
“Well, there’s a little something I would like for you to do for me first, Ramses,” I said. “There’s a song and dance that was popular when I was younger, called ‘Walk Like an Egyptian.’ I’d like you to dance with me…..that would be so cool!!!”
“I am pharaoh,” said Ramses. “I don’t dance with just anyone.”
I felt drunk with power, so I said, “If you don't dance with me, I'm telling everyone who you really are!”
Ramses turned out to be a pretty good sport about it. We didn’t have any music, but I whistled the tune, and sang all the words I could remember, “ay o whey oh, ay oh whey oh, Walk like an Egyptian, Walk Like an Egyptian……”
So, now we leave our story. Will Sunshine get back to Matt? Will Ramses get back to Egypt? Will the bartender get back to Neptune? Does anyone care?
2007-10-15 07:45:57
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answer #1
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answered by soupkitty 7
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I HOPE I MEET HER AGAIN
"OMG....I know who you are.....You're Sunshine from YA, aren't you?!" I asked as I stared in open mouth amazement at the lady standing gracefully beside me in a blue gown that fitted her to perfection. But she seemed shy, self-effacing and reserved.
"I am but I would rather keep a low profile here." she finally conceded in an almost inaudible whisper as she cast a furtive glance around the hall where others were gathered.
"Hee Haw!!" I cried in delight with a surge towards her and I gave her a bear hug which only seemed to make her more self conscious.
"Do not squeeze the life out of me, young man! You are sworn to your secrets of the YA community guidelines!" she reminded me sternly. What community guidelines was she talking about? I had looked forward to meeting her for years now. I wished she would just loosen up. I kept smiling at her.
"Who cares about their community guidelines? If you don't dance with me, I'm telling everyone who you really are!" I threatened.
That brought a look of alarm to her cherubic face and she looked like she suddenly wanted to disappear.
"Please let's save the dance for now. Maybe another time, another place...Mr?"
"Mr. Mystery!" I said to her. "Don't you remember me? I used to answer your questions and you posted some answers to mine too!" She looked at me with a slightly puzzled and thoughtful expression. Maybe she was suffering a memory lapse? How could she not recall who I was? Could it be that our correspondences had meant nothing to her? I lost some of my self confidence. If I should become a stranger to Sunshine then what hope was there that I, Mr. Mystery meant anything to anyone else? I had considered her a friend online and she apparently didn't give a hoot about me!
"What do I need to do to get a drink around here?" she asked me.
"I only got mine when I pretended to have a choking fit." I said to her. She was even more elegant and adorable than I had imagined. She had aged gracefully with impeccable manners and an aristocratic air.
"In that case, please could you suffer another choking fit?" she said. "I really need a drink." I signalled to the bartender for a drink and he sauntered over. But I just KNOW the bartender was from Neptune! He was just over three fet tall and had incredible bow legs that gave him a funny duck walk.
"Please get the lady a drink," I said
"Isn't that against the law?" He asked turning up his nose at me.
"Isn't what against the law?" I asked
"Getting the old lady tipsy so you can have your way, huh? I know your type." he said with a sly wink.
'My goodness! You insult me with your insinuations, you cretin!" I shouted at him. Surprisingly, he jumped up at me and started tearing and ruffling my tuxedo. We ended up rolling on the floor in fistcuffs.
"Goodnight and joy be with you all!!" said Sunshine as she hurried away from the commotion we caused. I hope I meet her again, under better circumstances. But for now, the fight with the midget was still on.
2007-10-15 00:41:28
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answer #3
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answered by violeo 5
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