All the Way to Timbuktu?

Story Sent in by Maurice:

Lia and I had already been out on one date already. She was quiet, but I think that we had a good time together, and in fact, she was the one who called me up for a second date.

"You'll love this," she told me over the phone, "I found a refrigerator box to play in."

We were both in our twenties, but a refrigerator box is a refrigerator box, regardless. So when she invited over to her front yard to play with it, I did.

For about a half-hour, we took turns climbing in, hiding inside, and playing around the box. She pulled me inside with her at one point, and I was tempted to kiss her, although I still thought it was a bit too early. It seemed like we were having fun.

Then, she climbed inside and set it upright, so that I couldn't see her. "You'll never catch me!" she taunted.

"I'm going to send you and this box to Timbuktu," I said, kidding around, and tapped the sides of the box.

"No!" she screamed, then, "No!" as loud as an entire third-grade class. It was a horrifying scream, and it was clear that she wanted me nowhere near her.

I stepped away from the box as she, still screaming, tipped it over, tumbled out of it, ran up her front steps, busted into her house, and slammed and locked the door behind herself.

A bit stunned, I knocked on her door, tried calling her, and waited for a good 20 minutes until deciding that she had just gone crazy, and I left.

Never heard from her again.