I thoroughly enjoy the little things in life, like finding crunchy leaves to step on. (BONUS: when you find $16 because you were looking at the ground for leaves to step on.)
I grew up as a military brat, so I've gotten really good at packing uHaul trucks. You haven't lived till you've driven a 26 foot uHaul with a full sized car trailer behind it in driving rain down an interstate.
I have two cats, named Snickers and Widget. I swear they're Pinky and the Brain reincarnated in real life. Snickers is super smart, and Widget...well, Widget is cute.
I love chocolate, I adore macaroni and cheese, and I just can't pass up a serving of frozen yogurt, all of which tells me one thing: I'm actually five.
Imagine you're sittinga at an airport, waiting for your flight. You glance up when a man sits down across from you, and notice he's reading a newspaper. Your eyes take in the photo on the cover, withough processing it at first. A second after you've glanced away from the man and his newspaper, your eyes jerk back to that cover photo. That photo is of you, and the headline says you're wanted by authorities.
Flash forward a few minutes, when an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, a notice by the authorities that a fugitive is on the run. The announcer proceeds to describe you, and you start to notice people are looking at you sideways.
Next, all of the TV screens in the airport are interrupted in their broacast of mundane shows with a breaking news bulletin about a fugitive on the run, complete with a photo of the suspect: you. Now there's no mistaking it...the people around you are eyeing you like the "dangerous and unpredictable" person you've just been made out to be.
Finally, two uniformed officers purposefully make their way over to you, where you're trembling in your seat, wondering how on earth you could've been mistaken for a hardened criminal. They're carrying an aluminum briefcase with them, which they open after sternly bracketing you. Inside...are two cans of some kind of Nivea product. You were just the subject of their "stress test" prank.
Do you: take a can, and self-consciously laugh at playing into their hands perfectly, or take a can and chuck it at the grinning actors dressed as cops?