#8: Don't Get Upset
The year is 2036, and my friends and I are going back to our alma mater this weekend. We're there to watch the college football postseason, and each of us is expected to bring a specific item:
- My 28-year-old buddy, Adam, brings supplies for five fiestas
- Adam's twin, Erica, brings two Capital One credit cards
- My 35-year-old wife, Becca, brings four orange cupcakes
- I, two years my wife's senior, bring seven rose bouquets and sign them with my name, David
- My friend Chris, born a year before me, brings three Alamo memorials
- My old professor Francis, age 58, brings a cotton shrub
- And my grandfather (affectionately known as grandpa), born 85 years ago, brings 8 ounces of sugar
Nobody else even comes to this stupid thing any more. Why do we still bother?