For some reason currently unknown to me, Brother decided to listen to the entireity of Michael Jackson’s funeral yesterday.  I called him last evening to get the DL from him, and he mostly just said it was speech, song, speech, song, speech, song.

I could tell Brother was online while we were talking, and just about the end of the conversation, he started chuckling a very evil chuckle.  The kind that usually means Bad News.

“You have to promise me you’ll do something.  Promise.”  More evil chuckles.

“Uh, what is it,” I asked, warily.

“I’m not telling you until you promise.  But you have to do it next time you’re in Chicago, so promise me now.”

“Uhhhhhhhh, maybe…” I paused.  Then I remembered something I had heard on NPR earlier in the week, the only something I could think of that would make Brother cackle and chuckle with sinister glee and then I yelled “NO, I WILL NOT PROMISE!  I know what you want me to promise!”

“Too late, you promised,” Brother began laughing in earnest now.

“This is that thing in the Sears Tower where they have a new Skydeck that has a glass floor,” I yelled.

“Yep.  And you promised so you have to do it.”

“Not doing it.  Plus it costs $15 extra bucks,” I said.

“Oh.  Well then I’m never doing it, but you still have to,” he said, triumphantly.  “I’m looking at the pictures now.  You’d probably pass out just looking at them.”

I decided to look up the pictures he was talking about.

ABSOLUTELY NOT. I WILL NEVER GO ON THE LEDGE.  The picture is making my feet hurt and I have the jibblies really badly now, and I haven’t even had my Pepsi yet.

Having an irrational fear of heights is one thing, but I think that’s crazy in a box to want to go stand out on a GLASS LEDGE hundreds, nay, 1,353 feet in the air.  What if someone super fat was in the glass box with you and the glass broke off due to their massiveness?!

I have to post this now before I completely freak out and have to go home.  I have enough trouble being in tall buildings as it is without thinking about glass boxes.