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Please watch this.

If you listen carefully, the PC guy says something quite awesome at the end… something along the lines of “ugh, I have to go listen to some emo”.

Amazing.

Officer C Johnson (I can only guess what the ‘C’ stands for),

When you shouted across the Muni car on that fateful November afternoon, I immediately regretted my decision to board the train without buying a ticket. You see, not only am I a cheap (post-)college student, I have also had a number of experiences where I was told to “just get on” and not worry about the fare by the driver or conductor. Sure, that’s not a great excuse but what can you do?

Then came the inevitable Googling - how much does a ‘failure to pay’ actually cost? Some said $117, while a friend heard it could be “over $400″. Ouch. Let’s just say I wasn’t your biggest fan, Officer C Johnson. If only our paths hadn’t crossed…

Well, all’s well that ends well. The Muni ticket office apparently
had no record of the ticket you wrote me so I’m officially in luck. I can only wonder if you were either a) too imcompetent to file it or (more likely) b) felt sorry for me and threw away your copy of the citation. Either way, I’d like to offer you an invitation to my holiday party and/or a fruit basket. It’s really the least I can do.

Happy Holidays,
Mark

During Friday’s game night, Maui came downstairs to find me looking at some research materials (I swear I don’t do this often during parties). I was looking up some information on pancuronium on Wikipedia, and after seeing the structure of the drug, Maui asked “is that alcohol?”.

“No, my good friend, no it is not. But here is alcohol”.

Maui’s reponse: “it looks like a dog”.