Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

I passed Yoko Ono in a revolving door

rockandrolltedium:

We were going into the movie theater and she was coming out. She smiled and waved at us to go into the revolving door first, and so we smiled back and went into the revolving door and started pushing. Then she entered the opposite segment of the revolving door and we pushed our segment of the door until she was able to exit out onto the street.

by zzzan

Thumbs down to Zan for inadvertently destroying the last hour of my life.

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