My Brush with Fame or How I Almost Killed Snake

After another 10 hour day, yesterday, filled with running around and other sports related madness, I had forgotten the float for people who wanted to buy tickets to the women's rugby game on campus.

In a mad dash to the information desk I got stuck in a hallway with two gentlemen coming in the opposite direction. While the shorter one (and he is alot shorter in person) stepped aside, the tall one (and he is much taller in person) and I did that thing where you repeatedly both try to avoid each other but end up stepping to the same side. As I finally maneuvered around him something clicked in my mind. Those guys looked familiar. While still running I glanced back.

"Hey, aren't you on television?" I yell as I reached my destination. I laugh escapes them as they turn the corner out of sight.


Hey, aren't you in television? I run into Snake and Joey Jeremiah in the hallway of my building and all I can say is "Hey, aren't you in television?"

Smooth


I knew there was a reason I shouldn't have missed my last two improv classes.