whooza whatzit?

yea so as i may or may not have mentioned before i am a runner for a law firm. downstairs theres this mega-old security guard guy named tom who is totally nice but quite frankly dumb as a sack of rocks and twice as ugly. every single time i leave he says to me "have a good one" and i say "you too." then, of course, since i'm only on a quick run to the courthouse or some shit, i come back 20 minutes later. every time i do so, he gets this look of total mind-blowing confusion as if my mystical reappearance has not just shattered, but bent over a tree stump and violently ass-raped the miniscule security guard microcosm he has been oh so comfortably residing in. now this wouldn't be all that humorous in and of itself, however, this charade takes place anywhere from 7-8 times daily. i dunno man. octagenarians = humor.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.