A Bond
After I finished playing soccer with the chubby kids this afternoon Mad Dog came up to me in the hall:
MD: EA2, have you seen Carver?
EA2: Chief. Carver?
MD: No, not Chief Carver. Carver. He should have been at FEP (chubby kid soccer).
EA2: Who's Carver?
MD: ...rolls his head... Big bald kid. Second Squad. Looks like Santa Claus.
EA2: Do you mean the guy with the lips? I contort my lips to resemble the alleged Carver's lips, which really are bizarre in an unnatural way.
MD: ...pause... bloodshot eyes sparkle... laughs... Yeah, I guess that's him.
EA2: I haven't seen him. He didn't play soccer with us.
I think, in those few moments, we officially bonded and that can only be good. On top of it, it's only 5:10 and I'm home from work. Things are looking up.
MD: EA2, have you seen Carver?
EA2: Chief. Carver?
MD: No, not Chief Carver. Carver. He should have been at FEP (chubby kid soccer).
EA2: Who's Carver?
MD: ...rolls his head... Big bald kid. Second Squad. Looks like Santa Claus.
EA2: Do you mean the guy with the lips? I contort my lips to resemble the alleged Carver's lips, which really are bizarre in an unnatural way.
MD: ...pause... bloodshot eyes sparkle... laughs... Yeah, I guess that's him.
EA2: I haven't seen him. He didn't play soccer with us.
I think, in those few moments, we officially bonded and that can only be good. On top of it, it's only 5:10 and I'm home from work. Things are looking up.
posted by Jessica at 17:12
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