Ice Queen

The Queen rubs the top of her head and makes the ow-that-hurts air-through-the-teeth noise.

Me: What’s wrong?

Q: I have a bump on my head and it’s getting bigger. Feel it.

{I engage in some impromptu phrenology}

M: Wow, that’s a good ‘un. How did you get it?

Q: I got hit by a block of ice.

M: Did it knock you out cold?

Q: It’s not funny.

M: Sorry. What happened?

Q: I wanted to pack the cooler for our weekend camping trip, so I went to the grocery store and bought a big block of ice. As I was walking back to the car I tumbled — honestly I don’t know what happened, I just suddenly went ass over teakettle — and when I threw my arms up the ice flew into the air. Then, after I landed on my butt, the block of ice came down and hit me on the top of the head.

{Pause}

Q: What?

M: Nothing, I’m just waiting for the part of the story that’s not funny.

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