The Cliffhanger

Have you ever seen that movie where Sylvester Stallone frantically tries to save somebody from falling off a cliff (or an icy edge of a mountain)? Well, I haven't. But I heard the title is Cliffhanger. It was so humorously parodied in the movie Ace Ventura, Pet Detective, when Mr. Ventura actually tried to save a raccoon, to no avail. Pitiful movie.

Well, this story of mine had nothing to do with those movies. Hahahaha... Talk about silly beginnings... I have a cliffhanger story of my own, and it doesn't involve mountains. It involves a little something that I won't mention until later.

I was having tea this afternoon with my cousin and his friend. We were laughing our hearts out until he pointed out that I had a cliffhanger. I really didn't have any idea what he meant by that. It was quite cryptic for me until he made a small gesture. I bet you can guess what I am talking about by this time. This is later.

I asked him what he meant by the cliffhanger, and he pointed straight at his nostril. Imagine my embarassment, and in front of his friend! So now I know that cliffhanger=exposed booger. Man, oh man! I can still feel blood rushing to my face out of shame.

At least no one else saw my little cliffhanger. Or so I think... I talked with a lot of people the entire day and I really am not sure how long my little friend had been clinging on to his precious life. Maybe they thought it was a protruding mole. Or maybe a green tumor. Or maybe... whatever. One thing is for sure, though. I'll never look at Sylvester Stallone the same way again.