DREAM:
I am at a funeral and the cousin of my boss is there in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, looking a bit like Randy Quaid in National Lampoon’s Vacation. We’re mingling.
A girl walks up and says “Randy, so good to see you -” but he cuts her off abruptly and not enthused at all: “Hey Carol.” There is a bit of silence and she slumps at the response.
Immediately after, another very similar looking girl walks up and says “Randy, hey, it’s me - Cynthia. From second grade?” Randy immediately lights up and hugs Cynthia (right in front of Carol mind you), and goes on and on about how amazing it is that this funeral event would allow the opportunity to see people from your past.
I witness this whole exchange and pull out my phone thinking: “Man, I gotta tweet this.”
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— Ran Prieur
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