Math Guy One: What?
Gleno the Unraedy: Back at Randolph High, I remember as a junior all the seniors running around, swapping yearbooks, and signing them for each other.
Gleno the Unraedy: Come my senior year, we got our yearbooks. A girl I knew somewhat was the first to hand me her yearbook and ask me to sign it. I handed her mine, she handed me hers.
Gleno the Unraedy: She signed mine.
Gleno the Unraedy: I signed hers on the picture, like she had done.
Gleno the Unraedy: As I'm doing it, I'm saying to myself, "How is it that multiple people can sign all sign each others? There isn't enough room."
Gleno the Unraedy: She hands me back mine.
Gleno the Unraedy: I look down at it and realize that she signed her name over her own picture.
Gleno the Unraedy: I closed hers and handed it to her. Smiled, and made sure I never saw her again.
Gleno the Unraedy: I blush to this day thinking about it.
Gleno the Unraedy: I had signed my name over her picture.
Math Guy One: That's one of the funniest things I have heard in a looooong time.
Gleno the Unraedy: That action makes me one of the four stupidest people alive.
Math Guy One: I am on a conference call that I am heavily involved in. Thank heavens for MUTE.
Gleno the Unraedy: If God gave me one mulligan to use on the one thing regret most in my life, it would be that.
Math Guy One: At least you smelled that something strange was going on.
Gleno the Unraedy: I had never signed a yearbook before. No one told me and I was too stupid to have thought it through.
Gleno the Unraedy: Every 8 years or so, she has call to pull out her yearbook… Maybe she wanted to remember a teacher's name… maybe her kids wanted to see what she looked like....
Gleno the Unraedy: "Mommy, who wrote on your face?"
Gleno the Unraedy: And there is my name.
Gleno the Unraedy: In blue, indelible ink.
Gleno the Unraedy: Immortalizing my own stupidity for time and eternity.
Gleno the Unraedy: She will never forget who did it to her.
Gleno the Unraedy: She will never forget the guy's name.
Gleno the Unraedy: I fully expect that one day I will wake up one night with an erie feeling and see her standing over my bed with a gun.
Math Guy One: That is a wonderful story. I want to search my memory bank for a comparable story. I will get back to you with what I hope will be a gem.
Math Guy One: People around me probably think I am crying.
Math Guy One: I need to pay attention to this call. I cannot stop laughing.
Math Guy One: You have ruined my career....again.
Gleno the Unraedy: I'm glad to have been of service.
Math Guy One: I remember you talking me into going to the beach one day. The next day I lost my job.
Math Guy One: That was another great help you have been.
Gleno the Unraedy: Hey, I couldn't have predicted that!
Math Guy One: You are not evil, but you facilitate the potential for evil to happen to others. It's a gift.
Gleno the Unraedy: I only use my powers of evil for good.
Gleno the Unraedy: Well, sort of.
Math Guy One: Not everyone can do this without actually being guilty of anything.
3 comments:
I always knew there was something wrong with you. Deeply, troublesomely wrong.
Let's see. Randolph High School, class of 1988 would it be? If I can guess her name, will you own up to it? If I can find her, will you contact her, and apologize?
NO! I'll die before I ever talk to her!
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