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It all started yesterday when my friend and I were talking and I heard that a girl drove from Utah to Montana to buy a car because she liked the car salesman. I thought: That’s a little obvious.
Then I realized I’d done obvious things in college.
Like the time I wanted to meet Justin and he was on the other side of the cafeteria so my friend hid our salt shaker and told me to go ask him for the salt. So I did. Of course, to ask him for the salt, I actually passed about 20 other people and probably 6 other salt shakers. His looked fresher. His friends told him I was into him; he had really observant friends.
I told my friend this story. And due to the fact I liked him because I thought he looked like Micheal Stipe I showed her a picture of both. But smart phones can be tricky and I ended up tagging myself in his profile picture until I figured out how to untag.
So for a full five minutes yesterday, I was a 6’2” bald man.
Today I just feel a little funny.