The Curse of Manners

I was standing in line at the Burger Emporium when I felt time and space slip out of the picture and I was in the secret space between moments.

I fell in this minute-less gap until I landed somewhere in a rock quarry. There was no one around. I thought I could be anywhere in time. Rocks have no clocks.

I walked for a while.

Suddenly a pterodactyl swooped down from the sky and attacked me. The pterodactyl’s claws ripped my jacket. I was upset because it was denim. It’s hard to find a denim jacket that fit me as well as this one.

My anger turned savage and I punched the pterodactyl in the eye. The pterodactyl started to cry.

The pterodactyl said, “Ow, that really hurt!”

I said, “Dude, I assume you were trying to kill me.”

The pterodactyl said, “Yeah, but it hurt.”

I apologized. It hate saying I’m sorry. I almost feel like I should apologize to myself for saying it.