15 minute break

I play a game with myself that makes my long days a little shorter. When I take my 15 minute break, weather permitting, I go out to the 4th floor patio down the hall from my office. The patio overlooks Hennepin Avenue in downtown. I stand on the ledge and see how many people I can spit on before my break is over.

Today I played my first game of the season, heralding the coming of spring.

Due to the wind, it wasn't a great game, at least not on paper. I only got two points, but they were good points: I spit down a fat lady's shirt and on a bald man's head. The best part is they always assume they got shit on by a bird.