So when I went to my 20th High School reunion, one guy showed up, in his camo jacket, with several canvas grocery bags. He proceeded to sit in the corner and rummage through the bags and speak to no one.
Of course, everyone was abuzz with comments like “Do you think he’s here to kill us all?” and “Was I mean to him in high school? God I hope not.”
I, of course, decided I should take the bull by the horns (god bless my brass balls and the 9,000 Bud Lights I drank) and plopped down to see what was going on. I chatted him up for a good five minutes.
I didn’t get any insight into whether his bags contained weapons and/or bomb-making supplies, but I am quite confident that if he DOES have a “People To Kill” list, I have managed to get myself crossed off.