I just went to the deli to get a sandwich. Girl comes up to me asking if I know where she can get ping pong balls around here… It’s sunday 7pm so nothing’s open anyway. I start to walk away but I know I have about a million ping pong balls. I turn around and I tell her I have some back at my apartment a block away if she wants to walk over. (Which is true but really? Follow me to my apartment?! Ok creeper!!) but she does & I give her the ping pong balls & she’s on her way. Anticlimactic, yes but I wanted to share.
I went to a catholic high school (obviously). We had a raven haired young priest, Father Rob the girls at school (& my mother) affectionately called him”Father What-A-Waste”. One year around Ash Wednesday Father Rob decided to get all hipster Jesus & grow a goatee (but its ok because he did it before it was cool). Here comes the anticlimactic part of my story - my biggest memory of Father Rob is that during mass that day, all the kids made this joke: “Father Rob’s been eating the ashes again.”