He gave me a sideways glance as we walked back to my building.
“I have matches in my pocket right now,” he said in a low, monotone voice.
My boss, her thirteen year old son, and my research team had just gone to lunch together. Her son walked beside me with his hair in his face, a glum expression, and his eyes fixated ahead, aside from the occasional glance over toward me.
I laughed, “So you want to burn down the studio or what?”
“No,” he said, without any inflection, “I’m going to go home and set my bicycle helmet on fire.”
“WHAT?!” I said, tossing a look behind me to see if my boss could hear her son. She couldn’t.
“Yeah, I’m going to set it on fire and then put it on and then ride it down the street. But I have to wait until my little brother gets home so he can videotape it.”
Still no inflection or expression.
“Oh. Wow. Umm….that’s kinda…” I started to say when he interrupted.
“I tried it yesterday but my babysitter caught me.[Pause] Do you know that lacquer thinner is the most flammable substance on earth?”
“Um. No. I didn’t really know---“
“It is. I set a bow and arrow target on fire with it once. We tried using the arrows to light it but it wouldn’t work so we just drenched the target and then set it on fire.”
“So you’re like a little pyromaniac, eh?” I joked, wondering to myself: Do I tell my boss? Do I lunge for the matches? Do I talk about all the things we used to set on fire as kids?Yeaahh…probably not that last one.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Andrew!” my boss called out sweetly “Come on I’m going to take you home.”
Oh you are in for an interesting afternoon, boss.
Side Note:
Oceans 13 is even better the second time you watch it. I saw it a few weeks ago and then again last night and it is absolutely hysterical…I highly recommend it. And I’m not even recommending the eye candy of Clooney and Pitt.
“I have matches in my pocket right now,” he said in a low, monotone voice.
My boss, her thirteen year old son, and my research team had just gone to lunch together. Her son walked beside me with his hair in his face, a glum expression, and his eyes fixated ahead, aside from the occasional glance over toward me.
I laughed, “So you want to burn down the studio or what?”
“No,” he said, without any inflection, “I’m going to go home and set my bicycle helmet on fire.”
“WHAT?!” I said, tossing a look behind me to see if my boss could hear her son. She couldn’t.
“Yeah, I’m going to set it on fire and then put it on and then ride it down the street. But I have to wait until my little brother gets home so he can videotape it.”
Still no inflection or expression.
“Oh. Wow. Umm….that’s kinda…” I started to say when he interrupted.
“I tried it yesterday but my babysitter caught me.[Pause] Do you know that lacquer thinner is the most flammable substance on earth?”
“Um. No. I didn’t really know---“
“It is. I set a bow and arrow target on fire with it once. We tried using the arrows to light it but it wouldn’t work so we just drenched the target and then set it on fire.”
“So you’re like a little pyromaniac, eh?” I joked, wondering to myself: Do I tell my boss? Do I lunge for the matches? Do I talk about all the things we used to set on fire as kids?Yeaahh…probably not that last one.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Andrew!” my boss called out sweetly “Come on I’m going to take you home.”
Oh you are in for an interesting afternoon, boss.
Side Note:
Oceans 13 is even better the second time you watch it. I saw it a few weeks ago and then again last night and it is absolutely hysterical…I highly recommend it. And I’m not even recommending the eye candy of Clooney and Pitt.
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