I was now surrounded by sand.
Nothing but sand.
Sand, sand and more sand.
I saw a figure in the distance.
It seemed to be running towards me.
So I waited.
The figure finally reached me.
It was an old lady.
She looked at me and then touched my forehead with her hands.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HECK!” I yelled.
She smiled.
A drip of drool ran down her chin.
“I know the future,” she said.
“Great!” I said, wishing for that whooshing sound.
“Not the future, future, but something that will happen quite soon. In the future!”
“Great,” I said again.
“This won’t ‘break’ the internet but will cause the internet to be ‘set afire’.”
“Oh?” I asked, now a little interested.
“Oh, yes. You see, someone in the future soon will discover what that hole in nail clippers is used for.”
“You mean that hole where you can put a small chain thru or attach it to a key ring?”
“Yes!” she replied.
“Are people nowadays really that stupid?” I asked.
“YESSSSSSSSS!” she screamed and then turned and starting running back to where she had come from.
Finally, that whooshing sound came again.
The old lady yelled one more thing before I began to get whisked away.
“Chickens are stupid, dirty, b*st*rds, just like Stephen Johnson!”
And now I knew.
