Yesterday, while proctoring an exam, I had to escort a cricket out of the classroom. A student complained that the chirping was throwing off his test vibe. The poor thing hopped in my hands, insisting that it had paid the cover, ordered the two drink minimum, and had as much right to be there as the next guy.
Today, I borrowed a CD from the ultracool barrista to copy a song for G. Atypical behavior for me. In my defense - we asked after the artist and he confessed that he copied it for his mix from a mix CD that his brother made and did not know the name of the song or the artist. So rather than walk out emptyhanded and brokenhearted ... I stole music. You are witness to my moral decline. *Dear RIAA, this blog is a fictional work about a fictional cranky giraffe from the midwest*
Tomorrow, I would like to go berry picking. Or get a fancy meal in a swanky place with table cloths. Or see a movie with lots of explosions and clichees. However the big event planned for tomorrow evening is urban capture the flag.
1 comment:
I'm sure that cricket was the only living thing clamoring to stay. And "test vibe", huh? That dude definitely got a D. ;)
And did you *really* play an urban version of capture the flag? SOunds fun, except for potential skinned knees (urban=pavement, to me.)
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