Musical Intervention

So we were riding along the single track on our bikes. Mr. Man was up ahead, determining if the path was stable enough that his wife wouldn't throw a water bottle at his head, and I drifted behind to allow enough space that I wouldn't be tempted. I needed room to sulk. I hated mountain biking.

As I turned the corner, I heard him say, sort of quietly, "Holy Shit." He was off his bike and standing, looking eye to eye with a black bear. Clearly, Mr. Man had disturbed the bear's morning snack of wild berry melange, and the bear was staring at him as if to say, "What?"

I came skidding to a halt and they both looked at me, then back at each other, as I thought, "This could be very cool, or very, very bad." My heart began to race, and that's when it happened.

Mr. Man threw his arms out wide to his sides and launched into a rousing chorus of Guys and Dolls...."When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky, you can bet that he's doing it for some doll..."

I thought Mr. Man's addition of a side shuffle step was a bit much, and apparently the bear didn't care for amateur theatrical productions. He stood up on his hind legs, turned around, and ran off.

Comments

[Jen]

Sidestepping Attorney + Song-n-Dance = Unbearable

(And with that thought, today we bid A.G. goodbye from D.C.)

[cris]

Holy Bear Crap!

[saucygrrl]

I'll be honest, I think an encounter like that would make me hate mountain biking even more.

[Amy]

Call it sad, call it funny...but it's better than even money, that the guy's only doing it for some doll...or to escape a possible bear attack, both equally valuable endeavors.

[Ironic Catholic]

Your husband may be the only person I've heard of who combines Broadway with impending doom.

Way to go!