(Because I can't think of anything else to put as the subject.)
So, last night, I went out with my family to celebrate my middle sister's graduating as an RN.
(FYI: the party for this consisted of: Me, my parents, the newly graduated RN sister (middle child), and my youngest sister and her husband.)
So we're all standing there, waiting for a table to open, and since this is a Friday night , that would take a while. I'm standing there, next to my brother in law watching him play a mobile game, when I spot a group of people coming in. Naturally I move to help hold the door open for them, and that would be that, right?
Something about this group of people sparked something in my family, and in minutes they were all talking about it...except me, who had no clue what was going on. In fact, that was my very question ("What?") to my brother in law, who finally clued me in on what I had done...
...which was to hold the door open for Muhammad Ali and his family/retinue.
Holy. Shit.
(In my defense, the only sports I pay any sort of more than usual attention to are the Super Bowl-for the ads, whatever Olympics are running at the moment, and occasionally gymnastics)
As you can imagine, that was the talk of the night.
So..yeah, that happened.
Brian Y.
Seed Chronicles
So, last night, I went out with my family to celebrate my middle sister's graduating as an RN.
(FYI: the party for this consisted of: Me, my parents, the newly graduated RN sister (middle child), and my youngest sister and her husband.)
So we're all standing there, waiting for a table to open, and since this is a Friday night , that would take a while. I'm standing there, next to my brother in law watching him play a mobile game, when I spot a group of people coming in. Naturally I move to help hold the door open for them, and that would be that, right?
Something about this group of people sparked something in my family, and in minutes they were all talking about it...except me, who had no clue what was going on. In fact, that was my very question ("What?") to my brother in law, who finally clued me in on what I had done...
...which was to hold the door open for Muhammad Ali and his family/retinue.
Holy. Shit.
(In my defense, the only sports I pay any sort of more than usual attention to are the Super Bowl-for the ads, whatever Olympics are running at the moment, and occasionally gymnastics)
As you can imagine, that was the talk of the night.
So..yeah, that happened.
Brian Y.
Seed Chronicles