B.B.B.

During one of my holiday TK shifts, I was accosted by four students.

They held strange objects [that they slid across the desk at phenomenal speeds towards my face!] and they were ranting about something called bigger, better… best?!

[Now apparently, I'm the only soul at U-double-yah who hadn't heard of this game. Stephanie once got a TV out of the deal. And this one dood started out with a red paper clip and ended up with a house. a HOUSE! yeah right.]

So anyway, their excitement was contagious, and I tried to infect Deema as well [as she was working with me, but was on break] but she wanted none of it. Whoever was in her cell phone was much more interesting, and between you and me kids, the girl is useless unless it’s a matter of ringing you into the New Year at 7am with the Spice Girls busting your ear drums.

[I maintain, dear Deema, that I wasn't even THAT late. You were just waaaaaaiting to pounce on the SLC sound system and torture the drunken fool that came to crash the lounge a mere 3 hours before her shift. I also maintain that seeing your face trying to contain the glee was sheer hilarity. It might of been, afterall, the best possible way to start 2007.]

So, off that tangent, I was searching in the junk that we perpetually have kicking about the desk, for a fit object to trade with these fellows. The object had to be bigger or better than the “genuine” [doubts!] chinese artifact or the gadgety popple-like flashlight they had. They caught a glimpse of our Team Turnkey Crazee Carpets [aww... remember last season, Craig?] and I insisted that parting with one of those would be like parting with a limb.

But, wanting to be a good sport, I settled on one of the carpets that had seen a few too many Columbia Ice Field jumps, and traded them for something which would “give back” to the desk, to make up for its big, big loss:

Just before embarking on my LONG journey back to Montreal, I baked the trade into individualized key-imprinted packages of love from me to my dear coworkers. [It also doubled as a goodbye present.]

So I hope y’all got a taste of it, and that our greedy little friend Nicholas didn’t scarf them all down by himself, since they were delivered during his shift…Adieu! I will see your bad selves soon ’nuff!

[Oh and Mir? Props to the new key tags. Keep that shit up man.]

Dinner for three

with some of my favourite company.

One day, I will get a camera that doesn't double as my telephone.
One day.