It's Move-In Week at Harvard, which means the students are back and there's nowhere to get lunch that doesn't have a massive line. Even the CVS where I buy my caffeine had a line that stretched longer than Ma Barker's umbilical cord.
After waiting for four UHauls, two budget trucks and an assortment of off-brand moving trucks to pass so I could get back to work, a couple of seemingly new Harvard roommates, each carrying a large plant started walking in front of me at a very unimpressive pace.
"Do you think this plant is going to be easy to hang?" One of them asked, pushing his hands away from him to examine the hook at the top of the pot contraption.
His new roommate replied, "I don't know, bro. But it can't possibly be as easy to hang with as you are."
Bros, I just ate my lunch, please don't make me throw it up.
After spending $200 on graphic novels:
Random Customer: "I wanted some souvenirs of Boston, and I didn't want one of those stupid Boston Strong shirts."
RC's Friend: "There are worse things to spend all your money on."
RC: "Yea, I could have wasted it all on blow."
Me: "And then you'd have been up all night with nothing to read."
RC: "I am going to write you the BEST EVER Yelp review."