I, The Egineer

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This is another fine arts story for the collection.

So, I was in drama until a few days ago when the program ended and everyone switched spots. For our last few days we were doing games and stuff like that. One of our favourite drama games was called "Endowments". Everybody gets in a group and the group draws three cards: an object, a place, and a profession. Then you have to improv a scene with all three of the elements you drew. At the end, the audience guesses what you got.

In this particular scene (which Gemstone_BP acted in alongside me and one other person whom I'll refer to as Jen) we drew plane, New York, and engineer. At least, that's what they meant. Whoever wrote the card had written "egineer" instead. I pronounced it as egg-in-ear. I assumed that were egineer a real profession, you'd work with eggs. That's what we decided to go off of.

The scene opened with Gemstone as the pilot of our plane. She announced we were beginning to crash. Wasting no time, I jumped up and declared that I could fix the plane.
"Are you an engineer?" Gem asked.
"No," I stated, "but I am an egineer." I proceeded to explain that the plane runs on eggs and I needed some to fix it. Jen said that she had some handy. I thanked her, and asked her where she was from. New York was her answer. "Ah," I whispered, looking dreamily into the air, "New York eggs are the finest." With that, I was able to fix the engine.

The very first guess at what we drew was the correct one:
"Let me guess, someone spelled engineer wrong?"

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