Despite today’s onslaught of precipitation, I had to pass out flyers downtown for a Pre-Vet club fundraiser-event called “Pass the Pig”.
Adventure-time started at about 3:15 p.m., as my splendiferous roommate and I put on our sexy-safe helmets, and biked into the drenched metropolis that is downtown Corvallis. Stopping at my assigned businesses, most people were enthusiastic at the prospect of seeing a real-life piglet. There were a few oddities though.
1. Lady at stationary store. Told us a story about her aspiring veterinarian granddaughter as we were trying to leave. Felt obligated to listen. Ended up that, in the hypothetical math-related situation she placed her 10-year-old granddaughter in, the cow was killed.
2. Guy at film store. Gave us a painfully long blank stare as if he’d never heard English before.
3. Guy at jewelry store. Didn’t stand up to greet us. Wore his jewelin’ monocle throughout the overly one-sided conversation. Mumbled creepily for his exceedingly small part of the dialogue. Kept mumbling as we slowly inched out of the dark, dingy store.
Back in the dorm, we changed into dry clothes, ate bagels, and listened to Dane Cook.
Which was much better.