The Game

When I was in college at Concordia, I roomed with Monkey.

Unlike other best friends that are like, "Hey man, lets room together at college!" And the other is like " FUCK YES!!" and whatnot. Then six months later they are plotting ways to make each other either die, or move out.

That didn't happen, thankfully, with Josh and I. Even after one year of rooming together, we remain pretty much brothers. I'm 95% certain the doctor just messed up on some paperwork.

Even though we did not wind up resenting each others existences, there was still some tension. I am also certain that this is normal whenever two or more humans are required to share personal space. For example, as a moose, I am pretty much unorganized and messy. Looking around my room right now, I can see that is pretty much the same. Josh (Monkey) on the other hand... very cut/straight kind of kid. Likes his clothing in drawers and hangers, or dirty ones in a hamper, paperwork in folders and... well, he likes his shit nice. Lets put it that way.

So day one of rooming together. We get all our furniture, clothes, beds, desks and miscellaneous personal attire adjusted. We are tired, sweaty and satisfied with ourselves for being in college and getting settled in. I decide to enjoy one of my favorite snacks. I like cheerios right from the box, and water. Not mixed, but just water to wash them out of my teeth and into my belly. It fills me with glee. So I go about doing this. I don't remember if he went to shower or to get some food or something, but either way he left for some time.

During my grazing on the horde of cheerios (seriously it was like one of those double boxes) I spilled a few....
Okay like a lot...
Alright, alright probably like half the box.

Anyway, I picked up like as many as I could see and reach with ease. I'm lazy. What can you do.
Nothing really happened that night. I am sure that the monkey saw the Cheerios and just didn't care at the time. He was also tired and wanting to be lazy at the time, I am sure.

Around nine in the morning, I was probably already awake, but he goes and gets our shitty vacuum. I think he vacuumed for like twelve hours. And these Cheerios, needless to say, upset him on a very deep level. I may have even damaged his pituitary. I am still investigating this.

No matter how hard he tried that day, Cheerios just kept showing up. And not like far in the corner, they'd seriously just morph into the middle of our floor. Honestly, even I can't explain this part. It's like they were in our shoes or something, and then whenever we stepped over the middle of the room, they decided to fall out. It even bothered me a little bit honestly.

So Monkey decided to have a conversation with me about this. At least I like to think he did. It makes me entertained. Here's a brief synopsis our this conversation.

Monkey: "Fuckin' Cheerios!!!"

Me: "Yeah."

So my mind began to work. I knew that he wasn't terribly upset about them, but he frowned at this Cheerio morphing thing that kept happening. I also enjoy pranks. So I decided to play a little game with him. Throughout the semester I was going to strategically place Cheerios among our dorm room. Not like large amounts of them. Just like one here, one there. In the shower, behind his Kleenex box. Etc.

Now I know that this was at least 35% asshole, but it was just too fun to see him go a little spaztic about finding a Cheerio in his copy of "The Canterbury Tales" on page 53. Priceless in my humble opinion. You can't buy that kind of entertainment. Well, you probably can, but porn shops are pretty gross.

I mean there must be semen everywhere. At least I think so.

So that is pretty much the game. It is not very elaborate or intricate, but it definitely provided some laughs and entertaining events. And even with all of those Cheerios, we still don't hate each other. Matter of fact the kid is still my best friend. No doubt about that. Not sure how he will react to this post, since I don't think I ever told him about the game yet.

Maybe Crispix next?