Clearing out some junk, Jamie came across an old diving helmet.
“I’m Darth Vader’s grandpa!” he wheezed “The empire is ours!!
Problems began, when he tried to take the darn thing off!
“Shit…it’s stuck! I can’t breathe!” he shouted.
“Just keep calm, the little window opens, you’ve got plenty of air.” I replied.
Try as we might, the thing was definitely stuck. It might have been funny as a TV sketch but …
In the end, I had to call the fire department hoping they could solve this problem.
When the fire Chief walked in, he sniggered: “Whoa! Darth Vader’s grandpappy!”
This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s can be found here
I’ve been terribly busy over the past few weeks preparing my husband for major surgery then going back and forth out of town to the hospital…so have not been able to do much reading. Hopefully things will calm down soon. Have a great week-end everyone!