I am sitting in the Lundstrum office on the first day of spring. It is nice outside a lovely 52 degrees. I however am stuck inside my cell (excuse me the office) watching the lovely day outside with the door open listening to the breeze and traffic passing by. As I sit here staring out the window I am faced with this.
"Excuse me but can we rent some discs for Frisbee golf?"
(Can't they see I am busy staring out the window? )
Me: Do you have your Student Id's?
(How dare they interupt my spring fever? Don't they know that I am in Mourning for the Aggies?)
"We don't go to this School."
Me: Well then I can't let you check them out.
(Sweet now I can sit here and arrange the pencils in order)
Suddenly Mr. Bossman appears. The big boss. My boss boss boss. Three chains of authority. The big honcho.
Mr. Bossman: This is my son. He is going on a mission in a week. These are his firends. You can put their discs on my Id card.
Them: Smile and saunter off into the realm of frisbe golf.
I hate frisbee golf.