I can't stop thinking about an interaction I had this summer. I was at the airport in Istanbul, ready to fly back to Boston after two weeks visiting my family. I sat down in my seat on the plane when my dad, whom I was traveling with, nudged me and said in Turkish, "Look at that guy standing up across the aisle." I looked. The guy was wearing a Groton-Dunstable football sweatshirt.
Now, I want you to consider the odds of finding someone who goes to a school very near yours on an airplane halfway around the world in a large yet obscure city. Just think about it.
Before I could express any of this shock to my dad, he yelled across the plane (in English), "GROTON-DUNSTABLE SUCKS. GRAY GHOSTS RULE."
And this guy, this poor guy from Groton-Dunstable who I guarantee you was not expecting the mascot of a rival high school to be shouted at him by a bald dad in Europe, just shook his head and said, "Yeah, that's fair."
Funniest moment of my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment