Thursday, October 25, 2012

Why People Still Won't Let Me Babysit

A coworker of mine was out of the office for a few days chaperoning a field trip to Coloma, mostly noted for being the first place gold was found in California. Here is an actual conversation we had upon his return:

Me: How was your trip?
Coworker: Awesome, but I'm tired now. 
Me: Did you find millions in gold? 
Coworker: No, but I met a lot of great kids.
Me: ...can you trade the kids for gold? 

Stop looking at me like that, you're just mad you didn't think of it first. 

7 comments:

Dpittman said...

I'd trade a kid for a candy bar.

Unknown said...

I'd trade a kid for a klondike bar.

Sart said...

It's been over 4 months! Writeeeee....

Anonymous said...

Half Dead Dave wrote:

Hey. is the new life out west keeping you from here? Loved the run. Conrats on you!

meanspirit said...

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Justin Cayce said...

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