Episode 3: The Office, part 1

THE OFFICE-Part One.
06 January, 2009.

Dear friends, I tell you this account of the mentioned date in no less than a perfect mental condition. I would like to explain a certain ... happening... my good friend, Sky thewolf, and I have stumbled upon. Well, to be more exact, there wasn't much stumbling to be done... at least on her part. I always stumble. Back to the story. It was during the most exciting of classes, Physical Ed. Weight lifting was never so fun, with 3 merry people in your group. We had only reached the halfway mark, and we rotated to the "DB flies". Now don't ask me why whoever invented this excercise named it so ridiculously, but they did. This involved taking one of those very dumb bells ( although they're not even shaped anything close to a bell.) and lifting them above your head as if you were flying. Ridiculous, no? Well Pat, (whose REAL name is not allowed on here) also a compadre, decided to tell us that shields weigh 60 pounds. Now I was thinking "60?? Thats preposterous. I think they're at most 15 or so pounds." And he insisted. And he picked up the 60 pound weight. And tried to lift it. And, would you figure, it smashed his finger. First thought, ouch. Second, I still don't think a shield weighs 60 pounds. But we told him to get a bandaid and wash it out. So he got a bandaid, and sat out for a bit. Sky thewolf and I simply fooled around with the ... Tricep Press I believe its called. We imagined it as a sort of watering pump, those railroad cart things, a fighter jet, and a space craft. Imaginative, no? I think so. Well after a few more minutes of being happily oblivious, we noticed that Pat was still sitting there, so we went to talk to him. Sky thewolf said" DId you wash it out?" PATl: "No." Sky thewolf: " GO wash it out NOW." It was actually a lot more complicated than that, but I really don't remember any of it. And it would be a copyright infringement as well. So then Pat went out duly, and we resumed shooting down passerbys on our fighter jet. We got a total of 4 kills. :) ANd then Pat came back. Pat came back? I was rather confused. THe bell rang, then, and Sky thewolf and I went over there, and asked why he was still here. Sky thewolf said: "did you wash it out?" Pat said: No. Then Mr/mrs, Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandprivatereasons butted in and said " you know what he did?" Sky thewolf and I both said: Whut. Mr/mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandorprivatereasons said: He just went-- and he gestured him falling over. Sky thewolf said: "Did he catch himself?" Well... I didn't pay attention to the next few exchanged words, but I heard the call for an escort. Sky thewolf and I volunteered, since we were the only people who weren't injured in the room. Mr/mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandorprivatereasons Said: "take him to the office, and make sure he doesn't, you know." We nodded, and went out the door. to the right. Which proved to be a fatal mistake, because Mr/mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandorprivatereasons must have thought we were evading school and said: "this way. please." unpleasantly. WE trotted down the hall, and into the PE ( see, we thought it was the main office, where you get to go home.) office, and to the left. The right was the office to the girls locker room, and I realized too late that we were headed towards the boys locker. Boy was I freaked. Mr/mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandorprivatereasons must have realized as well, because the aforementioned hurriedly excused us. But too late, I screamed in my head. I had seen something that will scar me for life. On a calendar on the wall, oblivious to most who were in the locker rooms, was the most freaky picture I've ever seen. It involves a female who happened to forget their clothes, apparently forgot how to sit properly, and it just happened to forget there was a photographer around. X_X I almost died, and dragged Sky thewolf out the door as fast as my fat self could go. I said: DId you see that???? Sky thewolf, who was equally disturbed, said: Yeah. Then when we got out, we discussed this, as in we should use it as blackmail. But that, my dear friends, is another story entirely.