Whoever Dances is One with the Universe

It, um, sounds a little more exciting than it was, but basically Maria and I were driving back from my job interview when we saw an ALL-TOO-FAMILIAR WHITE VAN parked in our driveway, and a hunched grey figure on our doorstep, and recognised the Jehovah's Witness of last month. So Maria screamed, "KEEP DRIVING! KEEP DRIVING!" and we tore off down the road to the Oriental Store, where we set up the car in such a vantage point that we could see the van if it came down the road, and bought ourselves ice creams, and sat in the car talking about how this would make a good action film, because the Jehovah's Witnesses were clearly AFTER US. Finally it seemed like a reasonable time had passed, so we started to drive past, and THERE THEY WERE BACKING OUT OF OUR NEIGHBOURS' DRIVEWAY, and we both reflexively SHRIEKED and I hit the gas so hard the engine started groaning, and we got into our own driveway and scrambled out of the car and ran for the door, and THERE, TUCKED INTO THE DOOR HANDLE, WERE TWO MAGAZINE HANDOUTS.

...Which was about when we collapsed laughing.