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).
11 comments:
Dude, I would be all manner of holed up in my office. The one thing Heather forgot to mention about my super fear is that after the ring of porcelain dolls and after the rings of clowns, there would be a ring of people dressed as animals.
um, why was heater from the dayton dragons in your office?
Jennifer, he seemed nice, but he didn't really say much.
Kat! I honestly have no idea.
More. More! Feed my furry (scaley?) fetish.
Doesn't that just make you want to wear a bunny suit in a dark room with strangers and do the dirty?
No?
Nevermind.
My Jenn is telling the truth. She beat the shit out of our minor league hockey mascot one time. Also, she once threatened a monk. She's violent.
'mouse, I'm scared.
h!a! a monk? Like, a real monk? Or a guy in a monk costume?
a real monk! a scotish monk at that!
Jennie, should we talk about your fear of costumed things when you were little? Dad.
Jenn! What did this monk do to you?
Dad, I would be happy to talk about this. I believe my reaction when faced with anyone in a costume (clown, Chuck E. Cheese, Santa) was to burst into tears.
WHy does Heater have a big butt?
He eats too many hot dogs.
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