More "running off" than "running away".
About 5/6 years ago I went on holiday with my cousin, Aunt and Uncle to Greece.
Every day Aunt and Uncle would wander off to the beach or wherever and do their own thing whilst cousin and I would lounge around the pool/bar doing our own thing.
Life was good.

One night we go out, a few drinks, a meal, some music... the usual. But my cousin is tempted into eating some dodgy looking Greek meal.
I stick to the pizza's and let him get on with it.

Next morning we're up bright and early, quick coffee or two and off to the pool we go.
But I get to the door I turn around to see him holding his stomach.
"Whats up?" says I.
"Throw us the keys and i'll meet you down there" says he.
"Fair enough" says I and I throw him the keys.

Now, i'd just like to point that 1: I cannot throw... not accurately anyway. 2: I sometimes forget that my cousin is a "Lefty"

The keys go spiralling through the air in slow-motion and, I swear this is 100% true, bounce off the door-frame and into the toilet.

The instant I hear them "splash" my brain starts calculating what'll happen next. I threw them so i'll have to retrieve them.

Not if i'm not there I won't!

I run like fuck, leaving my ill cousin to fish the keys out or sit in the appartment on his own for 8 hours until someone returns.

I make it to the pool and chill out on a lounger, 30-40 minutes later my cousin appears with the keys and a stern look on his face.

Eventually he saw the funny side and told of how he used a coat hanger to fish the keys out and then left them in boiling water whilst he sat on the toilet.

I still laugh at this story to this day and I like to tell this story to cousins' new girlfriends when we go out for a beverage. And when I do he always gives me that stern look as if he's never quite forgiven me.
(tylrdiablos, Wed 16 Aug 2006, 11:34, Reply)