© 2012 Aaron Atkinson

Nonverbal Communication

Me: I’ll have a spicy chicken sandwich, please.

The girl at the counter at Wendys in Salina takes my order. She then raises an eyebrow and looks quizzically at my shirt.

Wendy: Did you have a nosebleed today?

I look down. There are a half dozen droplets of blood on the front of my hunting shirt.

Me: Oh, no, that’s not my blood.

Her eyes grow as big as saucers. I see the error in my statement and quickly correct it.

Me: It’s from one of the pheasants I killed today.

Her eyes stay wide. The corners of her mouth turn downwards as her chin drops in disgust.

Everything I say makes her face contort more grotesquely. I panic. I lie.

Me: I’m just kidding! Yeah, I had a nosebleed.

Wendy: Oh thank goodness!

3 Comments

  1. Jessica Moor
    Posted January 29, 2012 at 2:19 pm | #

    There’s usually a chuckle at the end of reading your posts, but this one got an actual laugh out loud ­čÖé from my hubby too when I made him read it as well.

  2. Heath
    Posted February 1, 2012 at 12:44 am | #

    Next time we get get done hunting I can punch ya in the nose so you don’t have to lie

  3. Aaron Atkinson
    Posted February 1, 2012 at 2:26 pm | #

    And that’s why I call you a great hunting buddy!

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