So - I have these 26 year olds that I hang out with quite a bit. Both lovely gents and I have fun with them and, most of the time, we're on the same wavelength. But Saturday night we're out and I had one of those moments where I felt like I was babysitting.
They were arguing about something and then (and I kid you not) started slapping each other upside the head across the table and tapping each other's beer to make it foam over. I was in the middle and finally had to put my arms out and stop them.
At which point I uttered what Ted (one of the aforementioned 26 year olds) determined should be a someecard:
After the pre-teen fighting stopped I looked at them and said :
"I gotta go. I need to get up early tomorrow to reevaluate my life."
* Cross posted at ProcrastiNation
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