A picture that makes you laugh.
We were at another high school for UIL competitions in journalism, and the school’s mascot was a wolf. They had this huge statue, and naturally, I needed to ride it. I couldn’t figure out how to mount the damn thing, and I was halfway up when a man in business dress walks up. I act as casual as I can with one leg hiked up on this giant stone wolf.
He says, “Excuse me… Are you trying to ride our mascot?” I can only assume that he was the school principal. I was a little too startled to make a sentence, so I just stared at him in my pseudo-yoga, mid mascot molestation pose and said something like bwuuhhh. He shakes his head and says, “Here, let me help you.” He gave me a leg up onto the great beast, and I posed like the glorious warrior I am, riding into battle upon my noble steed.