I knew it was coming. All week I waited in angst anticipation for the subtle reminder of that Thursday tradition. You must imagine my excitement when I discovered said reminder; that is, said reminder on crack! Woohooo! So if you please, read along with me in your best movie announcer voice:
Take four.
Sometimes three strikes [just] aren’t enough.
(aka, office mc office party 7:30pm wq#5)
I recently started making voice memos of random thoughts / words / actions I encounter while moving about campus. This morning I recorded a fascinating statement and have been trying to decipher the meaning. Maybe I could get some opinions.
I was heading north past the science center and the Kimball tower was just coming up on my left. There was a guy about my age walking the opposite direction. He wore a brown, wool-lined jacket and overly faded jeans. He had a serious look on his face and said the following just as he passed me:
He has found his way into Dad’s closet on more than one occasion.
Is anyone else intrigued? All we know is that some creature, distinctly masculine, has managed to obtain access to father’s closet multiple times. And based on the speaker’s tone, I would assume unpermitted access.
Upon hearing this statement, Harry was the first thing to pop into my head. (ooooh! It’sa my puuuuupyyyy frieeend! Cooooome, ‘ere; coooome ‘ere, you! He’s an adorable creature but make no mistake, when it comes to non-family, he’s inclined to kill on sight.)
Harry is not allowed in bedrooms. I could just picture his guilty expression on being found an intruder into this forbidden space. Hmmm. I think there may be something more to this closet story…
Yesterday I came across some forgotten Cat Stevens. My parents were fans of his music and I remember listening to it before bed years ago. I used to share a room with my brother and we would sing along to these songs at night. As I played through the music, I was happy to find I still remembered most of the lyrics. I do believe this is my favorite song today:
w00t your post just made my day. but then, are we surprised? i’m more in favor of the gila monster theory then the harry.
Your dog is a little too cute.
I had forgotten about “The Office.” Hmm.
Harry has tried to kill me a few times… luckily, he only chewed on my leg a little. I was at your house a few weeks ago, though, and he was very friendly…