I currently have an appetite for liquids, blandness, and perhaps chocolate. I've had a Dayquil and water diet today. For some reason, I'm feeling a little loopy...so the following turn of events may be a touch exaggerated—it's highly unlikely, but I thought forewarning the polite thing to do.
Anyway, upon announcing to Miles and Jason that I would not be joining them for lunch, their eyes sparkled. I mean, seriously SPARKLED. Jason was looking up the number to the local Dominoes Pizza location before the final strains of Miles' ditty had died. Jason, phone number located, rejoined the songster, and together they ballroom-danced about the office. They dipped each other to the beat—my big dipper and the little dipper. It was star-studded....it was nearly a media event.
The pizza arrived with much fanfare. Jason flaunted it with one hand stretched high above his head. He paraded through the rooms like that, twittering excitedly. Miles, sick but caught in the moment, trailed behind, drool wetting his shirt. He followed Jason closely, oft tripping on his feet to avoid throwing the pizza presenter off balance. A heathen chant materialized as they performed the pizza-consumption ceremony.
The actual event was uncouth at best...pointing and snickering at one another as they dropped pizza toppings down their shirts. "I can stain my clothing the MOST!" Miles' eyes dared. Laura's eyes agreed. The bottle of laundry detergent at home agreed. Jason cleared his throat, squared his shoulders, and proved us all wrong. It was a sight to behold.
