Swords and Offices

Yesterday I bought a huge box of paper for the office, but since I'm weak and can't carry a box of 5000 sheets of paper, I left it in my trunk.

SO THIS MORNING! --- My boss, Nav, asked for my keys so he could carry it up to our 3rd floor office, (a great feat,) and he goes down to the parking lot.

I turn to Darin and say "Man... I have so much shit in my car, I hope Nav doesn't think I'm crazy."
I mean I am, to a decent extent, crazy. Anyone who has ridden in my car has seen the kind of shenanigans that go on in there, such as:

1. At least 6 empty plastic bottles at one time. I always plan to recycle them
   and never do
2. A pair of running shoes, except one is up by the windshield.
3. Random socks
4. A tomahawk stick
5. A plastic sword
6. About 5 pairs of sunglasses, 2 of which are STRAIGHT OUTTA the 80s
7. Clothes and gloves of all kinds

So he comes back in with the paper, and hands me my keys, and says "Did you know there is a plastic sword in your car?"

(As an aside, I suppose I never put it in writing on this blog that I once hit a car due to playing with the sword at a stoplight. Always stay focused, kids!)

"Yes," says Larissa, and I giggle.
My boss calls out to Darin, and says "HEY DARIN, Guess what Larissa has in her car!"
But Darin already knows. He tells Nav I once shook the sword at him while we were driving down the street after work.

I considered mentioning the tomahawk stick, and how if you slide the sword through the slot where the ax blade is supposed to go, you get a TOMAHAWK-SWORDDDDD.
But I didn't.

I get a little more interesting every day.