June 12th, 2007
Last week a group of us traveled to a nearby town to hear a music group from my alma mater. While there, I ran into a fellow I’d met once before a few years back, Mr. Wright. While I was talking to him, I remembered that when I’d met him before, he had carried a business card-sized handout that he would bestow on particular occasions – if, for instance, you were complaining or griping or otherwise talking about the “horrible day you had.” He would reach into his wallet, pull one of these out, and hand it to you:
I wonder, how old do I have to be before I can get away with doing stuff like this?
This explains alot. Namely, Peter and John.
And the funnier part…he made Jason and I tell him a sad story so he could give it to us on the way home…so I think that means you're old enough when, well now.
that was very interesting. he's a neat guy!
hmm…. suspicious behavior.
I totally want to do that now. Oh man.