This has been the strangest week. I mean, I saw the Mystery Machine at the gas station the other day and then yesterday, a company wide email went out that said Heater from The Dayton Dragons was coming to our office. Heater is the mascot. He's a dragon. And he wears a baseball uniform. Like the Dragons. The Dragons are not dragons, though. To my knowledge. They don't look like dragons, just regular, men-like, baseball playing types.
Earlier this morning, I heard such snippets of conversation as, "I'm gonna hug the dragon," and "I'll call you when the dragon gets here," and then! Someone yelled, "he's here!" and my boss? She went running out of her office to meet him. RUNNING. I eventually wandered out to the hallway to find this guy:
walking through the lobby, my co-workers gathered around him like he was Figment or something. Which, pfft. Please. Figment would HANDS DOWN kick Heater's ass. And then do a victory dance. And then fly away in his rocketship (duh).