Sunday, January 17, 2010
Am sure this is completely normal, but last Friday morning as I was leaving for work at the ungodly hour that rules my life, I was walking down the stairs from my apartment when I heard a party going on on a floor below me. That's nice, I thought. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of two men yelling, followed by an apartment door opening and one voice saying, "IT'S JUST NOT COOL BRO." The voice came walking out in front of me, covered head to toe in whipped cream. He looked up at me, gave the traditional head nod and "hey what's up" that is the trademark of our generation, and continued down the stairs. As I followed him out the front door I had to watch where I walked as not to step in mounds of Cool Whip that had fallen from his body.
And then I went to work.