They really come out of the woodwork…

25 Mar

It seems lately every time I am involved in activities at a certain academic institution (that shall remain nameless, but I can tell you this much: it’s surprisingly, not my school). The first such incident involved going on a trip to a farm and meeting some real characters. One told stories of drinking and biking and drinking and rollerblading. I can only imagine what that would look like. There were also some Finnish people who did not understand the concept of sarcasm. There was also the long-haired hippie walking about playing a guitar at intervals throughout the day.

The next week I found myself on said campus only to have yet another odd encounter. It was after a lecture and there was a reception and I was loading my plate high with cookies… i mean veggies… and my sister went to put a cookie on my plate but knocked another one off and i was like “aww come on!” and she was like “what are you doing?!” and some guy beside us snickered and she turns to him and says “I am sorry you had to see that” and he was like “yep, saw the whoooole thing!” and he laughed some more. Did I mention he had appeared out of nowhere? And we had no idea he was there til we heard him laugh? Yep.

Afterwards we found ourselves in the basement madly playing a green piano (that was just there, in the hallway, near some closets and vending machines). They were serenading me with a wonderful melody. Then some guy appeared ’round the corner and they stopped and I laughed and again my sister engaged with this fellow by saying “I am sorry you had to hear that, we will stop” (thinking we were in trouble). But the guy laughed and said, “no, no, continue your beautiful music” and they did continue… bashing the piano keys as they had been before. Weird. He also did not know how to use a cellphone camera. (see evidence below)

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Posted by on March 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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