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.