In jazz band, we want to play a song called "Burritos to Go". It sounds really fun.
And in theatre, we were moving stuff out of our storage room, and I helped put this huge poof thing in the back of the drum major's truck to put it in the dumpster....he told me to hop in the back while the other guy got in the passenger seat. A few moments later, he opened his back window and said that he didn't want a ticket for me sitting in the bed of the truck, claiming that he and the other guy could get it.
I went along with it, and then a few moments later, I was carrying more trash to the dumpster, and I saw one of the other seniors riding in the back of the drum major's truck, doing exactly what I would've done.
What. The. (PaRdOn My FrEnCh) Hell.
Published 03.02.2021.
(P.S.) my basset hound's birthday was today. He's 4 years old now.
