I got to the afternoon bus stop yesterday and Kendra was in a terrible state.
Kendra: "Oh my God!"
Kendra: "Oh my God! Where have you been?"
Me: "What? What went down?"
Kendra: "Remember the old guy? He was just here but now he's over across the street."
Me: "Your ~Manfriend~?
Me: "Oh man! I wish he could see me talking to you. He'd be pissed!"
Kendra: "Well, you have to be here next week."
Kendra: "He told me today that he has a special gift for me. A verrry special gift. And he's going to give it to me next week. Ugh!"
Me: "Hahaha! Seriously?!"
Kendra: "Yeah, and I'm totally freaked out! He also told me he thought I was very pretty [or something like that]."
We have no idea what her Manfriend has in store for her, but one thing is for sure: It is a very special gift.
Kendra and I naturally tried to guess what the "special gift" could possibly be.
We came up with:
- A dead animal.
- Something with a freaky love potion on it.
- Old photographs, which he sometimes brings along for sharing.
- A kiss. A big, old, sloppy French kiss.
Leaving comments for this blog is problematic for some people. You can also e-mail me your guesses. When Kendra's Manfriend ponies up the gift, I'll compile all the guesses and we'll see who comes closest.
Rest assured, I'll keep you posted.
This is my view in the morning coming into town on the bus. It has nothing to do with the story, but I think it's a cool picture of SODO, the stadiums, and my favorite major city up ahead.