Clooosssett, posted by Josh
Prompt: So the other night I got locked in the closet with Bill Cosby.
"Cos!" I said, confused. "What are you doing in here?"
"Well ya seeee," he said, "when yuur hangin' out in the clooosssettt-"
"Cut the act, Cos," I said. He slowly turned to look at me, his face stoic. "Do you really want to know why I'm here?" he asked.
His glare and voice intimidated me, and I backed up a step, my shoulders pushing against a pile of board games on a high shelf behind me. I nodded slowly.
"I came here for this," he said, reaching past my shoulder and grabbing a deck of Uno. "Uno?" I asked. Cos nodded. "And now that I have this," he said, turning towards the door. But I stopped him and said, "We're locked in here, remember?"
The Cos turned to face me again and help up his index finger high in the air. "I have a plan," he said. A plan? "I never go anywhere without this," he said, pulling a lock picking kit out of his back pocket. "Why do you carry that around with you?" I asked, confused. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "did you not want to get out of this locked closet?" I help up my hands, palms out. "Fine, fine. Do what you gotta do."
The Cos leaned down, his fingers using the tools to poke, twist and adjust. After a few minutes he stood up, the door still locked. "This is a tough one," he said, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his forehead.
"How much do you keep in those pockets?" I asked. The Cos pulled out a plastic container. "Jell-O?"
I rolled my eyes. "Just take care care of the lock," I told him. The Cos put the Jell-O and handkerchief back into his pocket and went back to work on the lock. Three minutes later I heard a click and the knob turned.
"Well thanks, I guess," I told him. "You bet," he said, walking off. "Hey," I called after him, "I'm getting that deck of Uno back, right?" But Cos was already out the front door. "Right?!?" I yelled after him.
I thought to myself, that is the last time I let someone in who says their car broke down across the street and they need to use my phone.
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"Cos!" I said, confused. "What are you doing in here?"
"Well ya seeee," he said, "when yuur hangin' out in the clooosssettt-"
"Cut the act, Cos," I said. He slowly turned to look at me, his face stoic. "Do you really want to know why I'm here?" he asked.
His glare and voice intimidated me, and I backed up a step, my shoulders pushing against a pile of board games on a high shelf behind me. I nodded slowly.
"I came here for this," he said, reaching past my shoulder and grabbing a deck of Uno. "Uno?" I asked. Cos nodded. "And now that I have this," he said, turning towards the door. But I stopped him and said, "We're locked in here, remember?"
The Cos turned to face me again and help up his index finger high in the air. "I have a plan," he said. A plan? "I never go anywhere without this," he said, pulling a lock picking kit out of his back pocket. "Why do you carry that around with you?" I asked, confused. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "did you not want to get out of this locked closet?" I help up my hands, palms out. "Fine, fine. Do what you gotta do."
The Cos leaned down, his fingers using the tools to poke, twist and adjust. After a few minutes he stood up, the door still locked. "This is a tough one," he said, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his forehead.
"How much do you keep in those pockets?" I asked. The Cos pulled out a plastic container. "Jell-O?"
I rolled my eyes. "Just take care care of the lock," I told him. The Cos put the Jell-O and handkerchief back into his pocket and went back to work on the lock. Three minutes later I heard a click and the knob turned.
"Well thanks, I guess," I told him. "You bet," he said, walking off. "Hey," I called after him, "I'm getting that deck of Uno back, right?" But Cos was already out the front door. "Right?!?" I yelled after him.
I thought to myself, that is the last time I let someone in who says their car broke down across the street and they need to use my phone.
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