at the havelock jamboree i packed an assortment of shirts, yet i only wore one. somehow, unbeknownst to most, i managed to unpack my entire bag into the entire campsite. Greg spent an entire hour once pointing to different spots where i had left clothes.
i'll explain who greg is some other time.
i had a blast. walking around, talking to people making new friends with my favourite shirt ... sometimes my shirt took more of the credit for making the friends. midway through the weekend i came upon a group of people who shouted "hey everybody-poops, do you know what time it is?" turns out we had all met the evening before and i had lectured on how no one in our generation wear wrist watches anymore and to prove my theory we asked the next ten people what time it was. everyone of them. EVERYONE of them said wait a second and then fished around in their pocket and pulled out their cellphone. i dismissed the class and said we would reconvene at the same time the next day, which was just then and i had absent minded-ly stumbled into the right place at the right time. i had given them a homework assignment to ask people they met what time it was and count the number who wear watches, which no one had done but everyone produced proof of having done it.
i think i'll be a teacher... no, not a teacher but a university professor.
at the end of the weekend i left the shirt sitting on the hood of a truck; it was waiting for me at work the next day.
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