Archive for February, 2013

Margarita soda and candy-grams.

“Mister, can I go to the bathroom?” “Yeah, did you finish your warmup though?” “Please, I have to pee.” “Ok, go. Write a pass.” He didn’t write a pass. He also didn’t think I saw it but I did. As Christian turned to go out the door, he tried to shift the open Coke can […]