Clippety-Clop I was walking down the hallway at my job today. Directly behind me was a group of women. Every one of them was wearing high heeled shoes. I was trying to think about how best to manage my afternoon tasks, but the clippety-clop of the high heels on the ceramic floor tiles was distracting me. It sounded just like a team of horses trotting at my heels.

Clippety-clop.

Clippety-clop.

Why couldn't the hallway be carpeted?

Clippety-clop.

Clippety-clop.

They seemed to be getting closer...

Clippety-clop.

Clippety-clop.

...and closer.

Clippety-clop.

Clippety-clop.

I got the feeling I was about to be trampled.

Clippety-clop.

Clippety-clop.

Not able to take it for another second, I turned around, glared at the women, and neighed like a horse. They stopped in their tracks and looked at me like I was crazy.

Hey, but at least the clippety-clop stopped!

I turned and continued on my way. The horses did not pursue me.

Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay!
- Bernie  ¶ 4:23 PM