The Apathy Union

The days can be boring. So when the air is stagnant I look for some laughs. One of my favorite little pranks requires at least one child and a mother. The first step is always silently observe.  I'm looking for a mother really needing a laugh.  Then I slowly position myself in her path so the children are in front of me.   I pull my map and begin quizzically looking at the map.  Just as they are about to pass I stop them and ask, "Excuse me but can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?". This is usually a sure thing; however, once I pulled this on two boys around eight years old and they DID NOT know what Seseme Street was so the joke was null and void. Who doesn't know Seseme Street? Getting old....

  It's tragic but true, sometimes our interpretation of an event is simply not accurate. Still, damage is rendered not from interpretation but from reaction. I have four roommates.   The group dynamic is pretty healthy because the guys are solid. So I was very surprised when my package came up missing. Alan, one of my roommates told me he had brought two parcels into the house and put them on the coffee table.  He said this was standard procedure.  He also said the other package belonged to the house manager Chris. Immediately I figured it was Chris who took my package.  Chris had gotten very upset with me a few days earlier because he believed I deleted his files off the old PC the house used.  I made it clear I didn't touch his files but he remained skeptical.   So I naturally assumed he was being vindictive and had taken my package.  After seriously toying with the idea of him on blast I finally decided to locate the files.   I f...