The Startle Struggle

For those of you who know me, you know that I have a more exaggerated ‘startle’ reaction than most people. Car horns, unexpected loud blasts of music, etc. My reactions vary from jumping, gasping, freezing, and/or screaming. There was actually a time when Fawn and I were out to dinner in NYC, when something behind the bar broke, and all kinds of glass came crashing down, and Fawn actually asked if I was having a seizure. To this day, I’m not sure whether she was kidding.  

So, when I opened up a can of tennis balls tonight (this back pain is no joke, y’all), I kind of expected there to be a little ‘pop’ with the whole vacuum seal thing, but I didn’t expect it to sound like someone just shot a sawed off shotgun in my goddamn living room, so I probably overreacted a little bit… Like, overreacted as in I jumped about a foot in the air, and essentially took cover even though I was holding the object making the noise and performing the act that made the noise. It’s not OK.

-Beverly

P.S.- Don’t even get me started on those goddamn biscuits that pop when you open them. #InventedBySatan