Sunday, June 17, 2018

Go Team!

"I will fuckin' murder you man," were not the words I'd expected to hear out of a seven foot tall pink and purple hippo, yet here we were. I heard the hard breathing inside the suit and knew the puppeteer was serious.

"No trouble!" I put my hands out to show I wasn't a threat. My gesture was met by a grunted yell as the mascot pulled a knife from some pocket or other. I turned to run, but to my horror, there stood a full dozen more hippopotamuses blocking my path. Most had knives, but one was carrying an empty suit and head.

I felt the breath catch in my throat as [...]

Saturday, June 2, 2018

The Professor

I looked up from my paperwork with a glare; I hate being interrupted. The young man at my door stammered out an apology that I dismissed with the flick of my wrist. I took stock of him as he squeezed out the impetus for his interruption - he was well kept and on the conservative end of self expression, possibly even keeping an iron in his dorm room. The youth eventually spilled the beans: apparently we'd soon be under attack and my assistance was requested.

While it wasn't true, I told the messenger I was too busy, if only to fluster him. It worked. He stammered out that it wasn't so much a request as a requirement, his eyes darting from bookshelf to pile of paper to the stain on the back of my shirt, which I'd managed to put on backwards once again.