You didn’t mention the old man who cornered us in the museum for the better part of half an hour. He just moseyed up, picked the nearest artifact, and used that as a jumping off point for any and every memory he had stored he could somehow relate to it. And that was a lot of memories.
You didn’t mention the old man who cornered us in the museum for the better part of half an hour. He just moseyed up, picked the nearest artifact, and used that as a jumping off point for any and every memory he had stored he could somehow relate to it. And that was a lot of memories.
That was fun. He was a little relentless but also kind of awesome.
If I get old I’m going to do that to random whippersnappers too. Oh the stories he must know.
You’re going to be like the weird guy at The Bookie who ruined our pizza that day last spring, aren’t you?