As a result, YHC was asked to take the ‘Q’ from Bounce’s Quarantine, with barely any notice and after having Q’ed yesterday. Wanting to show support for Bounce, I donned a red ribbon (available soon at the online F3 store!). Not surprised that the first person to notice was Puddin’, who immediately shouted “Who doesn’t want to wear the ribbon!”, which started a discussion on Seinfeld that ended, 60 minutes later, on Diff’rent Strokes.
We waited for the inevitable bike “ring ring” from a shirtless (WTF) Sprockets, followed by his posse of runners in formation, and got going.
Inspired by my classmate, Amy Coney Barrett, an extremely detailed and legally accurate disclosure was given. I think its important here to note the juxtaposition of our days. ACB woke up and got ready for a confirmation hearing in the U.S. Senate. YHC was being hissed at and harassed in all directions by a bunch of white men (more on that later). On second thought, maybe our days were not so different after all.
What Had Happened Was:
Head out down Rea and into the new housing development to access the Harris Teeter employees’ smoke-break-path to the medical building lot. To honor the English Patient, we did COVID-19s, i.e., 19 each of the following:
C-opperhead squats (several months ago a small group at El Patron did copperhead squats and for some reason Bounce hissed, and added an arm movement like the Purple Cobras from Dodge Ball, and since then, it’s stuck). It seemed most everyone hissed today, and refused to count, which they thought would throw YHC off but – doy – I was keeping count in my head the whole time. Y’all need to do much more to throw me off my (substituted) game.
O- verhead Presses
I- mperial Walkers
D-ancing Bears (I think the exicon has these mis-labeled; they seem to be bird dogs)