On the stairs to the pedestrian bridge we cross every morning, there is an old piece of gum that has somehow been stomped into the shape of a vague skull.

Whenever Bill and I pass it, I exclaim: “AHH! DEATH’S HEAD GUM!”

Bill sighs, shakes his head, and no doubt reminds himself that I’m a very good cook.

6 Responses to AHHH!

  1. Judith says:

    Just a sigh! I used to get “you’re a strange little person” when I made similar comments.

  2. Cat says:

    He started out with “you’re very silly”, and settled down to just a sigh. I’m persistent, you see.

  3. Kelly says:

    He sticks around for more than just your cooking. That’s just one of the better perks.

  4. Ralf says:

    Photos. We want photos of the Death’s Head Gum! We want a web site dedicated to it! Actually, I’d settle for a photo.

  5. Ralf says:

    thank you


  6. Cat says:

    Now it’s up to you to dedicate the website, start the cult, etc.