Dark Randomness

My wife and I were out hiking the other day. As the trail we were on passed behind a residential area, we heard someone starting up something gas-powered, most likely a lawn mower. This is the conversation that followed (or as much of it as I can remember) as we walked down an otherwise quiet hiking trail with no one else in sight:
“Don’t worry, it’s probably just a chainsaw salesman.”
“Probably wearing a hockey mask.”
“And going door to door.”
“And giving hands-on demonstrations.”
“His prices are insane.”
“Get ready for the bargain of your life.”
“This sale is to die for.”
“You wouldn’t want to walk away from this kind of a deal.”

Yeah, we’re weird. We’re both storytellers, and we’re both really weird.

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[Titanium Dragon]

We’re both storytellers, and we’re both really weird.

But you repeat yourself!

[Level Dasher]

That's actually rather hilarious.

[horizon]

It's a shame you don't live here in Nevada County, CA, the chainsaw-suicide capital of the world. Think of how that could have shaped your conversation!

(I am not joking in the slightest. There are six documented cases in medical literature of someone committing suicide with a chainsaw. Three of those six are from the county where I live.)

[BlazzingInferno]

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Chainsaws: for when second story rooftops, rope, sleeping pills, and sharp things are just too inconvenient or mundane.

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It's the (seemingly) normal people you've got to watch out for