Thursday found all 10 of the terp avengers spread out over the waiting room, adjacent offices, and appointment desk like we had class on this floor. We restively pressed on with data entry and writing before our hike.
Jeff of Maine/not Maine offered to trade my St. Patrick's day chicken for a PB&J sandwich. I said no thank you, but added "Peanut, peanut butter! and Jelly!"
Mark mused, "I thought only I knew that song!" and Jeff chimed in, "Hahaha...I thought I'd be the only one here to know Peanut Butter and Jelly!"
Mark then danced a jig to Peanut Butter and Jelly which I don't believe anyone in the room(s) knew existed. And the narrowing cultural and generational chasm among us was bridged some more.
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Gasp! How could you forget that I was singing along, too! (Directly prior to Mark's amused musing.) Maybe 'cause I was hidden behind a tiny wall...
ReplyDeleteI sometimes mistake people's singing in real time for singing in my head. Let the record show it.
ReplyDeleteThursday, March 18 was also the day Kyungjin became KJ.
Hm, interesting that you remember the moment my name changed. But I think I never heard you calling me KJ, instead "long" k-y-u-n-g-j-i-n, not "short" one.
ReplyDeleteYou guys crack me up!
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonder we got as much done as we did, what with all the awesomeness constantly crammed into one tiny space.