"Excuse me. Can I ask you to move?" Asked a tiny petite lady, carrying ninety-five tons of steel I-beams on her shoulder.

"Oh I'm sorry." I replied as I stepped out of the way.

As she walked past me I notice her long silky hair, dazzling blue eyes, with the body of a goddess. I muster up every ounce of courage I had to ask her, "excuse me miss, you're really pretty can I get your number?"

Catching her by surprise she turns around quickly, swinging the I-beams with her and accidently swatting the innocent boy like a fly. His guts exploded everywhere creating a pool of blood where he last stood.

"Oh dang it I did it again, he was cute too," she muttered.