2 B or not 2 B?
We're driving back to the Reab household one night after our home program when Steve turns to me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin to let me know he doesn't have class tomorrow. And who wouldn't want to smile like that knowing full well they do not have to sit through four hours of Calc 2?
"Oh really?" I say. "Well I have a few things I have to do in the morning. I think I'm going to get up early and get an oil change. Then I'm going to shoot home to shower then shoot up 110 to donate blood in Melville. Then I have to go to the Dix Hills ice rink to get a Huntington ID for softball and I'll have to make sure I use the license with the Greenlawn address on it so I can get the pass. Oh wait, it says Raab on that and I think the softball team registered me as Reed. That won't matter right? So then after that I have to drop off a copy and money for the softball team to Lisa then I'm going to come back home and I have to-"
Steve cuts me off before I can ruin his mood even further. His grin is gone because I’m already crowding a Saturday with crap and on top of that he looks confused. "How many licenses do you have?"
"Three because I still haven't changed everything over and some of my stuff has my maiden name and some has your name. Plus sometimes I need to pretend to be a Huntington resident so having an extra one comes in handy. So I never know which ID I'll need so I carry them all."
Steve just shakes his head at me and in all seriousness says:
"If I lived my life like you do, I would hang myself."
Am I really that bad?
"Oh really?" I say. "Well I have a few things I have to do in the morning. I think I'm going to get up early and get an oil change. Then I'm going to shoot home to shower then shoot up 110 to donate blood in Melville. Then I have to go to the Dix Hills ice rink to get a Huntington ID for softball and I'll have to make sure I use the license with the Greenlawn address on it so I can get the pass. Oh wait, it says Raab on that and I think the softball team registered me as Reed. That won't matter right? So then after that I have to drop off a copy and money for the softball team to Lisa then I'm going to come back home and I have to-"
Steve cuts me off before I can ruin his mood even further. His grin is gone because I’m already crowding a Saturday with crap and on top of that he looks confused. "How many licenses do you have?"
"Three because I still haven't changed everything over and some of my stuff has my maiden name and some has your name. Plus sometimes I need to pretend to be a Huntington resident so having an extra one comes in handy. So I never know which ID I'll need so I carry them all."
Steve just shakes his head at me and in all seriousness says:
"If I lived my life like you do, I would hang myself."
Am I really that bad?