There are many great doubles all around us. A double run in Cribbage, double sided tape, or a double steal in baseball. Maybe a Double Jeopardy in Jeopardy, a double take, for some a Double Double at Tim Horton's with a nice sweet doughnut dripping with icing, or how about one I drool over, along with the doughnut mentioned previously, a double scoop of chocolate mint ice cream. No matter how wonderful the doughnut and ice cream taste they will inevitably lead to the worst double I know.
I would rather face a mob, no a horde, of flesh crazed, skin decaying zombies, get trampled by a thousand bulls in Spain then to see this horrible double.
I do my best to hide it with a flirty shoulder, the thinking posture, or the innocent giggle. But it bides its time when it can show itself to all. It waits for the camera to take that one picture taking me totally by surprise: The Photo Bomb!!
Bulls and zombies I will face any day but that double i cannot face. I will continue to be vigilant in keeping it at bay but it lurks and waits for that opportunity to show itself that evil Double Chin.
