"Indeed. There seems to be a lot of scam calls lately. I have only encoutered Mircosoft callcenter frauds, but I have heard they also pretend to be Amazon and many other companies. Oh, you propably heard that my name is Matthew. Im sports student."
Matthew was quite slim, and somewhat muscular. He had a proportions for speed, agility and endurance, rather than raw strength. He was more likely into parkour or gymnastics rather than american football or weightlifting.
"I am rather sceptical towards strange numbers, and in cases like con artists, it is a good thing." Matthew laughed.
"My teacher however is not so happy about my customization, since I tend to forget to put silent mode on. You should have seen her face, when I got my first call during her class." Matthew said.
Matthew was quite slim, and somewhat muscular. He had a proportions for speed, agility and endurance, rather than raw strength. He was more likely into parkour or gymnastics rather than american football or weightlifting.
"I am rather sceptical towards strange numbers, and in cases like con artists, it is a good thing." Matthew laughed.
"My teacher however is not so happy about my customization, since I tend to forget to put silent mode on. You should have seen her face, when I got my first call during her class." Matthew said.
"Indeed. There seems to be a lot of scam calls lately. I have only encoutered Mircosoft callcenter frauds, but I have heard they also pretend to be Amazon and many other companies. Oh, you propably heard that my name is Matthew. Im sports student."
"Good to meet you, I'm Meg," Meg replied. "What sport? Track? Gymnastics? I haven't decided on a major. I'm just taking general classes until I figure out what I'm going to do with my life. I'm just about done with all of the core curriculum things so I'll have to pick something soon so I can focus on my degree. Right now, I'm thinking about music."
Matthew was quite slim, and somewhat muscular. He had a proportions for speed, agility and endurance, rather than raw strength. He was more likely into parkour or gymnastics rather than american football or weightlifting.
"I am rather sceptical towards strange numbers, and in cases like con artists, it is a good thing." Matthew laughed.
"Yeah, scam calls have been a big problem. I got Robokiller on my phone," Meg replied. "It's not a free app, but it has really cut down on those kinds of calls. It's so good in fact, sometimes I'll get a legit call from someone who isn't on my list and it blocks it. I ran into that a few months ago when I had a delivery before I moved. It was the driver trying to let me know that he was on his way."
"My teacher however is not so happy about my customization, since I tend to forget to put silent mode on. You should have seen her face when I got my first call during her class." Matthew said.
"I just turn my phone off when I'm in class," Meg said shrugging. "I'm just bad to forget to turn it back on sometimes. You can set your phone so it mutes automatically at certain times, I'm just not that tech savvy. Maybe I can find someone who knows more about that kind of thing that can help me out with it."
"Good to meet you, I'm Meg," Meg replied. "What sport? Track? Gymnastics? I haven't decided on a major. I'm just taking general classes until I figure out what I'm going to do with my life. I'm just about done with all of the core curriculum things so I'll have to pick something soon so I can focus on my degree. Right now, I'm thinking about music."
Matthew was quite slim, and somewhat muscular. He had a proportions for speed, agility and endurance, rather than raw strength. He was more likely into parkour or gymnastics rather than american football or weightlifting.
"I am rather sceptical towards strange numbers, and in cases like con artists, it is a good thing." Matthew laughed.
"Yeah, scam calls have been a big problem. I got Robokiller on my phone," Meg replied. "It's not a free app, but it has really cut down on those kinds of calls. It's so good in fact, sometimes I'll get a legit call from someone who isn't on my list and it blocks it. I ran into that a few months ago when I had a delivery before I moved. It was the driver trying to let me know that he was on his way."
"My teacher however is not so happy about my customization, since I tend to forget to put silent mode on. You should have seen her face when I got my first call during her class." Matthew said.
"I just turn my phone off when I'm in class," Meg said shrugging. "I'm just bad to forget to turn it back on sometimes. You can set your phone so it mutes automatically at certain times, I'm just not that tech savvy. Maybe I can find someone who knows more about that kind of thing that can help me out with it."
"Im working with Bachelor's degree in Phys Ed." Matthew said.
"I would like to become a coach of some sort. I like several sports, but I think lifestyle management or personal trainer would be more popular jobs nowadays. I seek to keep myself in premium condition, so I could both talk and show how to be fit. I want to be a good example.. Still, I have to confess, that im not that good with tech either. Phone and apps are is ok, but I see more and more people with smart watches.. I hate them. Like, how are you suppose to operate a stamp size screen with bricks like these!!"
Matthew made an illustration of poking his wrist with his fist, while pointing out his tongue.
"How can someone read health info written with letters size of ant legs? I can not understand it. Besides, those can be really expensive. I do know, that all kinds of apps are the future we need to operate with, but I also hope there is still space for old school too. Perhaps I should find some IT help as well."
One could tell, that smart watches gave a spike into the pulse of Matthew. He clearly hated them.
"I would like to become a coach of some sort. I like several sports, but I think lifestyle management or personal trainer would be more popular jobs nowadays. I seek to keep myself in premium condition, so I could both talk and show how to be fit. I want to be a good example.. Still, I have to confess, that im not that good with tech either. Phone and apps are is ok, but I see more and more people with smart watches.. I hate them. Like, how are you suppose to operate a stamp size screen with bricks like these!!"
Matthew made an illustration of poking his wrist with his fist, while pointing out his tongue.
"How can someone read health info written with letters size of ant legs? I can not understand it. Besides, those can be really expensive. I do know, that all kinds of apps are the future we need to operate with, but I also hope there is still space for old school too. Perhaps I should find some IT help as well."
One could tell, that smart watches gave a spike into the pulse of Matthew. He clearly hated them.
"Eh, smartwatches aren't my thing either," Meg confessed. "I don't own one. All I have is my phone. Stuff is pretty expensive. I only work part-time. I'm a barista at Starbucks and don't make much money. Besides rent and groceries, I am taking guitar lessons and need to get some more equipment for my band. Are either of you working right now or just going to school full time?"
"I work for Grub Hub with my bike. They give rather good amount of delivery gigs. I could basically earn as much as I want, but I try not to mess my studies. Only exeption are rainy days. When it rains, you wont see me around, cuz its raining money for me." Matthew said.
"Well that makes sense. Aaron commented. "Very few want to go outside on bad weather, and therefore they order food online. I use my bike only to transport myself. I work part time for Lowe's. They have lots of cool stuff. Every day I find some new stuff I would like to have or at least try. I would like to gather enormous garage of tools once I graduate."
Aaron gave an exhale of a great sad dreamer.
"If only I could add red Makita to my collection some day."
"Meg, since you work with hot drinks, do you know how to make those cool images over coffee, like in some movies? I dont know what is that white stuff they pour over their drinks. I have seen that some draw spirals, some can even create a spruce or a face. What do you call that? I dont drink coffee, but those would look cool over basically any drink." Matthew asked.
"Well that makes sense. Aaron commented. "Very few want to go outside on bad weather, and therefore they order food online. I use my bike only to transport myself. I work part time for Lowe's. They have lots of cool stuff. Every day I find some new stuff I would like to have or at least try. I would like to gather enormous garage of tools once I graduate."
Aaron gave an exhale of a great sad dreamer.
"If only I could add red Makita to my collection some day."
"Meg, since you work with hot drinks, do you know how to make those cool images over coffee, like in some movies? I dont know what is that white stuff they pour over their drinks. I have seen that some draw spirals, some can even create a spruce or a face. What do you call that? I dont drink coffee, but those would look cool over basically any drink." Matthew asked.
"I work for Grub Hub with my bike. They give rather good amount of delivery gigs. I could basically earn as much as I want, but I try not to mess my studies. Only exeption are rainy days. When it rains, you wont see me around, cuz its raining money for me." Matthew said.
"Well that makes sense. Aaron commented. "Very few want to go outside on bad weather, and therefore they order food online. I use my bike only to transport myself. I work part time for Lowe's. They have lots of cool stuff. Every day I find some new stuff I would like to have or at least try. I would like to gather enormous garage of tools once I graduate."
Aaron gave an exhale of a great sad dreamer.
"If only I could add red Makita to my collection some day."
"Meg, since you work with hot drinks, do you know how to make those cool images over coffee, like in some movies? I dont know what is that white stuff they pour over their drinks. I have seen that some draw spirals, some can even create a spruce or a face. What do you call that? I dont drink coffee, but those would look cool over basically any drink." Matthew asked.
"The cream," Meg said. People liked it when you made little faces and whatnot in the coffee. Starbucks also offered a 'Puppicino', a cup of cream that looked like a fancy drink for your dog or cat. People asked for those all the time. "Yeah, they show us how to do that. The big thing is that the drink has to look and taste right. Honestly, I hate it and am thinking about quitting. Customers can be really hard to deal with and will bring their drink back and demand a new one over the stupidest crap. People have such a sense of entitlement. I've thought about trying food delivery and maybe even driving for Uber or Lyft. I don't know how I feel about strangers in my car. The nice thing about food delivery is you don't have to deal with people. You just pick the delivery up at the restaurant and take it to whoever the customer is. If the order isn't right, that's on the restaurant. I discovered that one time when they got my order completely wrong and tried to complain to the delivery service. I had to contact the restaurant. The other nice thing is tips. I may look into that. The app pretty much takes care of the payment. All you do is get the order from point A to point B with minimal interaction."
"So, what else do you guys do for fun when not in class or working," Meg asked.
"Well that makes sense. Aaron commented. "Very few want to go outside on bad weather, and therefore they order food online. I use my bike only to transport myself. I work part time for Lowe's. They have lots of cool stuff. Every day I find some new stuff I would like to have or at least try. I would like to gather enormous garage of tools once I graduate."
Aaron gave an exhale of a great sad dreamer.
"If only I could add red Makita to my collection some day."
"Meg, since you work with hot drinks, do you know how to make those cool images over coffee, like in some movies? I dont know what is that white stuff they pour over their drinks. I have seen that some draw spirals, some can even create a spruce or a face. What do you call that? I dont drink coffee, but those would look cool over basically any drink." Matthew asked.
"The cream," Meg said. People liked it when you made little faces and whatnot in the coffee. Starbucks also offered a 'Puppicino', a cup of cream that looked like a fancy drink for your dog or cat. People asked for those all the time. "Yeah, they show us how to do that. The big thing is that the drink has to look and taste right. Honestly, I hate it and am thinking about quitting. Customers can be really hard to deal with and will bring their drink back and demand a new one over the stupidest crap. People have such a sense of entitlement. I've thought about trying food delivery and maybe even driving for Uber or Lyft. I don't know how I feel about strangers in my car. The nice thing about food delivery is you don't have to deal with people. You just pick the delivery up at the restaurant and take it to whoever the customer is. If the order isn't right, that's on the restaurant. I discovered that one time when they got my order completely wrong and tried to complain to the delivery service. I had to contact the restaurant. The other nice thing is tips. I may look into that. The app pretty much takes care of the payment. All you do is get the order from point A to point B with minimal interaction."
"So, what else do you guys do for fun when not in class or working," Meg asked.
Aaron nodded with compassionate face.
"I can totally relate what you said about difficult customers. I prefer working on the 'field' rather than cashier. I have seen all kinds of crazy stuff. Before I moved here, I once served "superfancy". That is a category of people, who unfortunately have to live as someone's neighbour and do their shopping somewhere. So, this man came to my line, with massive load of things, at the rush hour. He was holding car keys of a Porshe, so clearly, he had money. I only rember, that last thing he bought was some kind of tiny and insignificant thing. It costed like.. 0,4 dollars or something. While he was preparing to pay, this thing rolled accidentally on the wrong side, and ended up on the side of previous customer. This customer for some reason took it along his own stuff, packed up his things and ran off. I noticed the incident, but something happened, and I got distracted and forgot the whole thing. One minute later, this Porche man starts to yell like marine drill instructor "my product is missing! I want my money back!". I noticed, that same kind of thing was sold near cashier line, and suggested him to pick a new one. He then increased his volume by 40% and let out "Nooooo, I WANT MY M.O.N.E.Y baaaack!!". I had no choise but to write him manually a compensation document and give him the cold cash at hand. The whole..0,4 dollars.. in coins." All the while, the line behind him was waiting. After that, I requested to stay away from the cashier duty for a week.
Aaron looked towards the building.
"But enough about work. I spend a good while in social media, but I also have my home projects. I would like to show you something."
Aaron started to jog towards his room with exited grin on his face. Matthew turned to Meg.
"I do lots of sports on my free time, but I also do some mental activities too. I sometimes watch some random stuff from TV on youtube. But in terms of more usefull stuff, Im studying health and science claims of Judaism and Islam. That is soooo deep subject. I actually have found this whole thing quite recently. It is not just deep thoughts of old dudes from centuries ago. It raises a question, that how could these people know this stuff centuries before modern science?Like, did you know that pig is like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, and it collects and stores all kinds of poisonius stuff. Both religions forbid eating it, and it makes perfect sense to me. But then, camel is forbidden in Judaism but not in Quran. Muslims can eat camel, if they perform some kind of w.u.d.u ritual. First time I heard about this made me nearly fell off from the chair, because I heard that muslims must do v.o.o.d.o.o ritual when they eat camel. Like wudu - voodoo? If you speak it fast and with accent, they sound so similar.
"I can totally relate what you said about difficult customers. I prefer working on the 'field' rather than cashier. I have seen all kinds of crazy stuff. Before I moved here, I once served "superfancy". That is a category of people, who unfortunately have to live as someone's neighbour and do their shopping somewhere. So, this man came to my line, with massive load of things, at the rush hour. He was holding car keys of a Porshe, so clearly, he had money. I only rember, that last thing he bought was some kind of tiny and insignificant thing. It costed like.. 0,4 dollars or something. While he was preparing to pay, this thing rolled accidentally on the wrong side, and ended up on the side of previous customer. This customer for some reason took it along his own stuff, packed up his things and ran off. I noticed the incident, but something happened, and I got distracted and forgot the whole thing. One minute later, this Porche man starts to yell like marine drill instructor "my product is missing! I want my money back!". I noticed, that same kind of thing was sold near cashier line, and suggested him to pick a new one. He then increased his volume by 40% and let out "Nooooo, I WANT MY M.O.N.E.Y baaaack!!". I had no choise but to write him manually a compensation document and give him the cold cash at hand. The whole..0,4 dollars.. in coins." All the while, the line behind him was waiting. After that, I requested to stay away from the cashier duty for a week.
Aaron looked towards the building.
"But enough about work. I spend a good while in social media, but I also have my home projects. I would like to show you something."
Aaron started to jog towards his room with exited grin on his face. Matthew turned to Meg.
"I do lots of sports on my free time, but I also do some mental activities too. I sometimes watch some random stuff from TV on youtube. But in terms of more usefull stuff, Im studying health and science claims of Judaism and Islam. That is soooo deep subject. I actually have found this whole thing quite recently. It is not just deep thoughts of old dudes from centuries ago. It raises a question, that how could these people know this stuff centuries before modern science?Like, did you know that pig is like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, and it collects and stores all kinds of poisonius stuff. Both religions forbid eating it, and it makes perfect sense to me. But then, camel is forbidden in Judaism but not in Quran. Muslims can eat camel, if they perform some kind of w.u.d.u ritual. First time I heard about this made me nearly fell off from the chair, because I heard that muslims must do v.o.o.d.o.o ritual when they eat camel. Like wudu - voodoo? If you speak it fast and with accent, they sound so similar.
"Yup, I have so many stories of rude customers that make a scene," Meg said and nodded in understanding. "I think delivery where you just pick something up from a shelf and set it down on a doorstep and it's already paid for is the way to go. If I didn't do food delivery I might dry doing Amazon delivery. I don't know that I'd be all that good at driving a huge delivery van. That might be a bit intimidating."
Aaron looked towards the building.
"But enough about work. I spend a good while in social media, but I also have my home projects. I would like to show you something."
Aaron started to jog towards his room with exited grin on his face. Matthew turned to Meg.
"Okay," Meg started to say, but Aaron was already hurrying back to his apartment. Obviously, he'd return momentarily since the building wasn't far from the beach.
"I do lots of sports on my free time, but I also do some mental activities too. I sometimes watch some random stuff from TV on youtube. But in terms of more usefull stuff, Im studying health and science claims of Judaism and Islam. That is soooo deep subject. I actually have found this whole thing quite recently. It is not just deep thoughts of old dudes from centuries ago. It raises a question, that how could these people know this stuff centuries before modern science?Like, did you know that pig is like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, and it collects and stores all kinds of poisonius stuff. Both religions forbid eating it, and it makes perfect sense to me. But then, camel is forbidden in Judaism but not in Quran. Muslims can eat camel, if they perform some kind of w.u.d.u ritual. First time I heard about this made me nearly fell off from the chair, because I heard that muslims must do v.o.o.d.o.o ritual when they eat camel. Like wudu - voodoo? If you speak it fast and with accent, they sound so similar.
"I've never been terribly religious myself," Meg admitted. "It is an interesting subject, though. I know many cultures don't like pork because they consider pigs dirty. Same with shellfish, but I love both. I don't think I could give up bacon personally. I've dabbled in a bunch of different things. Currently, I'm learning guitar like I mentioned and playing as part of a duo. The other person, Wendy is the main singer and song writer. She was doing stuff musically solo before she met me. I haven't been playing guitar that long but hoping that as I get better, I'll get to maybe sing some and do a little more. I think I maybe found my thing. Sometimes, you just keep searching for something and nothing sticks, you know? And then one day, boom! You try something and go 'this is it'. At least I hope it is."
Aaron looked towards the building.
"But enough about work. I spend a good while in social media, but I also have my home projects. I would like to show you something."
Aaron started to jog towards his room with exited grin on his face. Matthew turned to Meg.
"Okay," Meg started to say, but Aaron was already hurrying back to his apartment. Obviously, he'd return momentarily since the building wasn't far from the beach.
"I do lots of sports on my free time, but I also do some mental activities too. I sometimes watch some random stuff from TV on youtube. But in terms of more usefull stuff, Im studying health and science claims of Judaism and Islam. That is soooo deep subject. I actually have found this whole thing quite recently. It is not just deep thoughts of old dudes from centuries ago. It raises a question, that how could these people know this stuff centuries before modern science?Like, did you know that pig is like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, and it collects and stores all kinds of poisonius stuff. Both religions forbid eating it, and it makes perfect sense to me. But then, camel is forbidden in Judaism but not in Quran. Muslims can eat camel, if they perform some kind of w.u.d.u ritual. First time I heard about this made me nearly fell off from the chair, because I heard that muslims must do v.o.o.d.o.o ritual when they eat camel. Like wudu - voodoo? If you speak it fast and with accent, they sound so similar.
"I've never been terribly religious myself," Meg admitted. "It is an interesting subject, though. I know many cultures don't like pork because they consider pigs dirty. Same with shellfish, but I love both. I don't think I could give up bacon personally. I've dabbled in a bunch of different things. Currently, I'm learning guitar like I mentioned and playing as part of a duo. The other person, Wendy is the main singer and song writer. She was doing stuff musically solo before she met me. I haven't been playing guitar that long but hoping that as I get better, I'll get to maybe sing some and do a little more. I think I maybe found my thing. Sometimes, you just keep searching for something and nothing sticks, you know? And then one day, boom! You try something and go 'this is it'. At least I hope it is."
"I'm not religious either, but one of my teachers gave me a hint." Matthew said enthusiastically. "She was talking in a class about blood, and how it transports all kinds of things around the body. She told how various foods effect blood flow, for example fat blocking blood vessels, and mentioned that some religions forbid consuming blood. In blood, all the good and all the bad move around. After that, I got curious, and she told me to meet her after the class. She told me in private conversion that Abrahamic religions have detailed lists for allowed and forbidden foods, and some of those articles actually have foundation by science. She also said that teachers are not supposed to talk about religious matters and told me not to bring this up with management nor other teachers. She sounded.. strangely cautious with the subject. This happened.. was it 6 months ago? Anyway, seems that religion can be very loaded issue, but i'm studying it because of science."
Matthew looked towards the garden. "I'm also curious to see what he is gonna show." He looked towards Meg while thinking something deeply.
"Have you tried singing by yourself or in a choir? I have got a picture that there is a choir in every church, but that there are also non-religious choirs. I heard that Aaron has some singing skills as well. I once heard him singing in opera style while bringing his moving boxes in. I know I should never sing in public. I once tried to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in karaoke bar after some drinks. I was drunk, but not so drunk that I would not realize what was going on. I was "this" close to die into pure shame. Trust me, you should never..ever.. try to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in public. I felt that the song was as long as a flight from New York to Los Angeles."
Matthew looked towards the garden. "I'm also curious to see what he is gonna show." He looked towards Meg while thinking something deeply.
"Have you tried singing by yourself or in a choir? I have got a picture that there is a choir in every church, but that there are also non-religious choirs. I heard that Aaron has some singing skills as well. I once heard him singing in opera style while bringing his moving boxes in. I know I should never sing in public. I once tried to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in karaoke bar after some drinks. I was drunk, but not so drunk that I would not realize what was going on. I was "this" close to die into pure shame. Trust me, you should never..ever.. try to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in public. I felt that the song was as long as a flight from New York to Los Angeles."
"I'm not religious either, but one of my teachers gave me a hint." Matthew said enthusiastically. "She was talking in a class about blood, and how it transports all kinds of things around the body. She told how various foods effect blood flow, for example fat blocking blood vessels, and mentioned that some religions forbid consuming blood. In blood, all the good and all the bad move around. After that, I got curious, and she told me to meet her after the class. She told me in private conversion that Abrahamic religions have detailed lists for allowed and forbidden foods, and some of those articles actually have foundation by science. She also said that teachers are not supposed to talk about religious matters and told me not to bring this up with management nor other teachers. She sounded.. strangely cautious with the subject. This happened.. was it 6 months ago? Anyway, seems that religion can be very loaded issue, but i'm studying it because of science."
"That makes sense," Meg replied with a nod. "They say that many of the rules that people have to follow for various reasons aren't arbitrary. There was reasoning behind them, particularly regarding what foods were and were not allowed."
Matthew looked towards the garden. "I'm also curious to see what he is gonna show." He looked toward Meg while thinking something deeply.
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," She said wondering if it was something he had made or just something he owned that he was proud of.
"Have you tried singing by yourself or in a choir? I have got a picture that there is a choir in every church, but that there are also non-religious choirs. I heard that Aaron has some singing skills as well. I once heard him singing in opera style while bringing his moving boxes in. I know I should never sing in public. I once tried to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in karaoke bar after some drinks. I was drunk, but not so drunk that I would not realize what was going on. I was "this" close to die into pure shame. Trust me, you should never..ever.. try to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in public. I felt that the song was as long as a flight from New York to Los Angeles."
"Sure. Every school has one. I did choir back in junior high school," Meg replied. "Wasn't really my thing. I do karaoke sometimes. Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song. Not something I would try. I definitely can't do songs with fancy vocal parts like Mariah Carey or Celion Dion where they do really high-pitched squeals or hit really high notes and hold them. Not really my kind of music to begin with. Everyone has at least one drunk karaoke story. Anyway, as for the band, she wrote all the songs and was performing solo before I came along. Given that I've not been performing as long as she has and am less experienced, it makes sense that I'm sort of more the backup person. However, as I gain more experience and we write new songs together, I'm sure I'll get a bigger part and have the chance to sing some lead vocals, too."
"That makes sense," Meg replied with a nod. "They say that many of the rules that people have to follow for various reasons aren't arbitrary. There was reasoning behind them, particularly regarding what foods were and were not allowed."
Matthew looked towards the garden. "I'm also curious to see what he is gonna show." He looked toward Meg while thinking something deeply.
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," She said wondering if it was something he had made or just something he owned that he was proud of.
"Have you tried singing by yourself or in a choir? I have got a picture that there is a choir in every church, but that there are also non-religious choirs. I heard that Aaron has some singing skills as well. I once heard him singing in opera style while bringing his moving boxes in. I know I should never sing in public. I once tried to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in karaoke bar after some drinks. I was drunk, but not so drunk that I would not realize what was going on. I was "this" close to die into pure shame. Trust me, you should never..ever.. try to sing Bohemian Rhapsody in public. I felt that the song was as long as a flight from New York to Los Angeles."
"Sure. Every school has one. I did choir back in junior high school," Meg replied. "Wasn't really my thing. I do karaoke sometimes. Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song. Not something I would try. I definitely can't do songs with fancy vocal parts like Mariah Carey or Celion Dion where they do really high-pitched squeals or hit really high notes and hold them. Not really my kind of music to begin with. Everyone has at least one drunk karaoke story. Anyway, as for the band, she wrote all the songs and was performing solo before I came along. Given that I've not been performing as long as she has and am less experienced, it makes sense that I'm sort of more the backup person. However, as I gain more experience and we write new songs together, I'm sure I'll get a bigger part and have the chance to sing some lead vocals, too."
"I appreciate people who can do music. I find it amazing that some people can play instruments. How can they remember where to press? Like, in full sized piano, so many buttons to press. I suppose each person has their talent, so one can not know everything.
Matthew took some water from the bottle that was hanging on his belt. "Have you tried some sports as a hobby? If you have good hand and eye coordination, badminton could be worth trying." He asked spontaneously.
Matthew took some water from the bottle that was hanging on his belt. "Have you tried some sports as a hobby? If you have good hand and eye coordination, badminton could be worth trying." He asked spontaneously.
"I appreciate people who can do music. I find it amazing that some people can play instruments. How can they remember where to press? Like, in full sized piano, so many buttons to press. I suppose each person has their talent, so one can not know everything.
Matthew took some water from the bottle that was hanging on his belt. "Have you tried some sports as a hobby? If you have good hand and eye coordination, badminton could be worth trying." He asked spontaneously.
"I tried several. I was very into basketball at one point in my life and also volleyball. As a kid I also did gymnastics and a few years ago, I got into roller derby after a brief stint in figure skating. Roller derby was too physical for my liking," Meg replied. "I'm still okay with shooting hoops sometimes for fun or a game of beach volleyball, but that's about it for sports. Right now, besides classes when the semester starts and a job, my main focus is on the band. I really should look into delivering food instead of Starbucks. I hate having a rigid schedule. The idea of turning an app on when I want to work and delivering stuff when I feel like sounds very appealing. It would fit me so much better."
About that time, a black lab trotted up with a stick in its mouth. It stopped short of the pair and dropped the stick on the ground and wagged its tail expectantly.
Matthew took some water from the bottle that was hanging on his belt. "Have you tried some sports as a hobby? If you have good hand and eye coordination, badminton could be worth trying." He asked spontaneously.
"I tried several. I was very into basketball at one point in my life and also volleyball. As a kid I also did gymnastics and a few years ago, I got into roller derby after a brief stint in figure skating. Roller derby was too physical for my liking," Meg replied. "I'm still okay with shooting hoops sometimes for fun or a game of beach volleyball, but that's about it for sports. Right now, besides classes when the semester starts and a job, my main focus is on the band. I really should look into delivering food instead of Starbucks. I hate having a rigid schedule. The idea of turning an app on when I want to work and delivering stuff when I feel like sounds very appealing. It would fit me so much better."
About that time, a black lab trotted up with a stick in its mouth. It stopped short of the pair and dropped the stick on the ground and wagged its tail expectantly.
"Surely you have tried out great number of things. I have to give you credit for trying hard" Matthew said. He looked towards the dog with a big smile
"Well, hello there buddy! Where did you popped up? Wanna fetch some stick?" Matthew picked up thenstick, waved it in the air back and forth for a moment to see how eager the dog was. He then tossed the stick along the beach to the direction where nobody was on the line of fire.
Around the same time Aaron was returning to the beach with a plywood box in his hands. The box had hinges in every corner, which provided an opportunity to open all of its sides. He placed it on the sand, opened some hooks and pulled down sides of the box. Inside was some kind of small catapult. It had a tiny basket sized of a wallnut for projectiles. It was powered by a nylon bag full of rocks, which was suppose to pull up the main log holding the basket.
"Well, hello there buddy! Where did you popped up? Wanna fetch some stick?" Matthew picked up thenstick, waved it in the air back and forth for a moment to see how eager the dog was. He then tossed the stick along the beach to the direction where nobody was on the line of fire.
Around the same time Aaron was returning to the beach with a plywood box in his hands. The box had hinges in every corner, which provided an opportunity to open all of its sides. He placed it on the sand, opened some hooks and pulled down sides of the box. Inside was some kind of small catapult. It had a tiny basket sized of a wallnut for projectiles. It was powered by a nylon bag full of rocks, which was suppose to pull up the main log holding the basket.
Megan smiled as the dog happily chased after the stick. Instead of coming back, he made his way over to someone else, who happily obliged the dog by launching the stick in another direction, further down the beach away from where the group was sitting.
Aaron arrived a few minutes later with a wooden box. He sat it down and opened it.
"A trebuchet!" Meg exclaimed. "Did you make it for a science class project?"
If anyone seemed confused by the unfamiliar word Meg had used, she clarified. "Sorry, that's a fancy word for catapult."
Further down the beach, the dog's owner approached with a leash. It appeared he lived nearby and the dog had apparently escaped from its yard and had wandered down to the beach. Meg returned her attention to Matthew and Aaron.
Aaron arrived a few minutes later with a wooden box. He sat it down and opened it.
"A trebuchet!" Meg exclaimed. "Did you make it for a science class project?"
If anyone seemed confused by the unfamiliar word Meg had used, she clarified. "Sorry, that's a fancy word for catapult."
Further down the beach, the dog's owner approached with a leash. It appeared he lived nearby and the dog had apparently escaped from its yard and had wandered down to the beach. Meg returned her attention to Matthew and Aaron.
"Yup, that is a trebuchet indeed. I find catapults are bit boring and have shorter range, even though they seem more complicated. Have you studied history? Im bit surprised you knew this thing. Wanna try?" Aaron said, and picked up some pebbles from nearby. He turned the trebuchet towads the lake, put one tiny stone in a basket and pointed towards a little pin on the side.
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"Yup, that is a trebuchet indeed. I find catapults are bit boring and have shorter range, even though they seem more complicated. Have you studied history? Im bit surprised you knew this thing. Wanna try?" Aaron said, and picked up some pebbles from nearby. He turned the trebuchet towads the lake, put one tiny stone in a basket and pointed towards a little pin on the side.
"I played Dungeons and Dragons for a while and it came up. Honestly, I didn't know that a catapult and trebuchet were different," Meg confessed. "I actually thought they were identical. Sure, I'll give it a try."
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"That's cool you know how to build stuff like that," Meg said. "That's probably a good thing that you don't go hunting. I don't think that's legal in the city. I've never gotten into doing model building or kits, much less designing and putting something together from scratch like that. I don't know that I would have the patience to complete a project like that."
Meg gave the trebuchet a try. "Maybe the other 2 can use this in their sponge fight. You know, take turns trying to hit each other with their sponge," Meg commented.
"I played Dungeons and Dragons for a while and it came up. Honestly, I didn't know that a catapult and trebuchet were different," Meg confessed. "I actually thought they were identical. Sure, I'll give it a try."
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"That's cool you know how to build stuff like that," Meg said. "That's probably a good thing that you don't go hunting. I don't think that's legal in the city. I've never gotten into doing model building or kits, much less designing and putting something together from scratch like that. I don't know that I would have the patience to complete a project like that."
Meg gave the trebuchet a try. "Maybe the other 2 can use this in their sponge fight. You know, take turns trying to hit each other with their sponge," Meg commented.
The next day... (Mid-afternoon)
Pinecone University, Squirrel Den
108 Marshall Jackson Rd.
Foxlake Appartments
A black Toyota Corolla pulled up to the Foxlake Apartments. The Uber driver parked curbside and popped the trunk. Danny opened the rear door and got out of the back of the car. The driver helped him remove his belongings from the trunk; a laptop bag, his bass guitar in a soft, gigbag style case that had shoulder straps so it could be worn like a backpack, and two suitcases.
Danny slung the laptop bag strap over his shoulder. It went across his chest so that the computer's soft case was hanging off of his hip. Next, he put his arm through the 2 backpack straps for the gigbag of his bass guitar. The instrument was centered on his back with the guitar's neck protruding just above the top of his mop of curly hair. The larger, square suitcase had an extendable handle with rollers on the bottom. After raising the handle and gripping it with his left hand, he picked up the other smaller bag with his free hand and made his way toward the building. The Uber driver got in his car, turned around, and headed off.
Danny had the info. about the apartments in his phone which was shoved in his pocket at the moment, but he had already confirmed he was in the right location before getting out of the car. The card he had taken a picture of that had been mailed to him only showed a single name for the employee contact. Additional information like the manager's name might have been provided in the email, but Danny hadn't bothered to read it. He assumed it was their last name although he was unsure if it was a man or woman. Danny had gone through an apartment hunting service to find the place for him. It had taken care of the arrangements on his behalf. This was his first time to lay eyes on the building he'd call home for at least the next few months.
The building wasn't in the best of shape, but it wasn't exactly run down either although the grass clearly needed mowing. Still, it was the absolute cheapest thing Danny could find. He'd been saving money to fix his car which was still not running and back in Portland parked in his mom's driveway. Danny wanted to take a break from his job of building and updating websites for the semester to focus on classes and had pre-paid the rent for six months including the deposit. He wouldn't have to worry about rent until the next semester if he stuck around.
Instead of putting the money he'd saved toward car repairs, he decided to try attending school out of state. He'd taken the past two semesters off from community college. It was a great time to go back to school since his only friend, Dani Lockhart, had gone off to Europe for a year to study abroad. Given he was basically alone back home, there was no reason not to go off on his own adventure in a strange, new, and unfamiliar place.
Danny made his way down the sidewalk in search of the leasing office. As he rounded the corner, he saw a blonde girl in a Starbucks uniform fumbling with the keys to her apartment.
"Uh, excuse me," Danny said. "I'm looking for the manager.'s office.. I'm a new tenant just moving in and need to check-in and get my keys... I guess..."
Pinecone University, Squirrel Den
108 Marshall Jackson Rd.
Foxlake Appartments
A black Toyota Corolla pulled up to the Foxlake Apartments. The Uber driver parked curbside and popped the trunk. Danny opened the rear door and got out of the back of the car. The driver helped him remove his belongings from the trunk; a laptop bag, his bass guitar in a soft, gigbag style case that had shoulder straps so it could be worn like a backpack, and two suitcases.
Danny slung the laptop bag strap over his shoulder. It went across his chest so that the computer's soft case was hanging off of his hip. Next, he put his arm through the 2 backpack straps for the gigbag of his bass guitar. The instrument was centered on his back with the guitar's neck protruding just above the top of his mop of curly hair. The larger, square suitcase had an extendable handle with rollers on the bottom. After raising the handle and gripping it with his left hand, he picked up the other smaller bag with his free hand and made his way toward the building. The Uber driver got in his car, turned around, and headed off.
Danny had the info. about the apartments in his phone which was shoved in his pocket at the moment, but he had already confirmed he was in the right location before getting out of the car. The card he had taken a picture of that had been mailed to him only showed a single name for the employee contact. Additional information like the manager's name might have been provided in the email, but Danny hadn't bothered to read it. He assumed it was their last name although he was unsure if it was a man or woman. Danny had gone through an apartment hunting service to find the place for him. It had taken care of the arrangements on his behalf. This was his first time to lay eyes on the building he'd call home for at least the next few months.
The building wasn't in the best of shape, but it wasn't exactly run down either although the grass clearly needed mowing. Still, it was the absolute cheapest thing Danny could find. He'd been saving money to fix his car which was still not running and back in Portland parked in his mom's driveway. Danny wanted to take a break from his job of building and updating websites for the semester to focus on classes and had pre-paid the rent for six months including the deposit. He wouldn't have to worry about rent until the next semester if he stuck around.
Instead of putting the money he'd saved toward car repairs, he decided to try attending school out of state. He'd taken the past two semesters off from community college. It was a great time to go back to school since his only friend, Dani Lockhart, had gone off to Europe for a year to study abroad. Given he was basically alone back home, there was no reason not to go off on his own adventure in a strange, new, and unfamiliar place.
Danny made his way down the sidewalk in search of the leasing office. As he rounded the corner, he saw a blonde girl in a Starbucks uniform fumbling with the keys to her apartment.
"Uh, excuse me," Danny said. "I'm looking for the manager.'s office.. I'm a new tenant just moving in and need to check-in and get my keys... I guess..."
Megan King wrote:
"Yup, that is a trebuchet indeed. I find catapults are bit boring and have shorter range, even though they seem more complicated. Have you studied history? Im bit surprised you knew this thing. Wanna try?" Aaron said, and picked up some pebbles from nearby. He turned the trebuchet towads the lake, put one tiny stone in a basket and pointed towards a little pin on the side.
"I played Dungeons and Dragons for a while and it came up. Honestly, I didn't know that a catapult and trebuchet were different," Meg confessed. "I actually thought they were identical. Sure, I'll give it a try."
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"That's cool you know how to build stuff like that," Meg said. "That's probably a good thing that you don't go hunting. I don't think that's legal in the city. I've never gotten into doing model building or kits, much less designing and putting something together from scratch like that. I don't know that I would have the patience to complete a project like that."
Meg gave the trebuchet a try. "Maybe the other 2 can use this in their sponge fight. You know, take turns trying to hit each other with their sponge," Meg commented.
"I played Dungeons and Dragons for a while and it came up. Honestly, I didn't know that a catapult and trebuchet were different," Meg confessed. "I actually thought they were identical. Sure, I'll give it a try."
"This is my own home creation. My school science project was miniature of a historical waterpump. It was a waterwheel that has a mill connected to the stream, meanwhile it lifts water up on buckets, and pours the water on irrigation system. My mom liked it so much that she put it on her garden. It should still be there, unless it has rotten due to exposure. I did not plan that it would actually operate outdoors, but my mom insisted on placing it by an actual stream. My next home project is shotgun style chu ko nu, but it is not operational yet. Is basically a toy, so I dont plan to go hunting rabbits at night"
"That's cool you know how to build stuff like that," Meg said. "That's probably a good thing that you don't go hunting. I don't think that's legal in the city. I've never gotten into doing model building or kits, much less designing and putting something together from scratch like that. I don't know that I would have the patience to complete a project like that."
Meg gave the trebuchet a try. "Maybe the other 2 can use this in their sponge fight. You know, take turns trying to hit each other with their sponge," Meg commented.
Little basket swung up, as the bag of rocks pulled up the main beam. The pebble flew into the lake and made a tiny splash as it hit the water. Circular waves radiated from the location of impact, and some small fishes jumped up from the water. Apparently the pebble spooked them. Trebuchet had surprisingly long range, but clearly it could only shoot very small projectiles.
All three gathered around the device, tossing some more stuff into the lake. Matthew was wondering, could it actually break a window, if it would be aimed at the building, but he also knew that it would be better not to try. Windows could be rather expensive to fix, if it actually had enough power. Everyone finished their snacks and eventually said farewells as the sun was starting to set behind the Foxlake. Aaron packed up his box and they all headed back to their apartments.
The next day... (Mid-afternoon)
Pinecone University, Squirrel Den
108 Marshall Jackson Rd.
Foxlake Appartments
Meg had a particularly bad day at the coffee shop where she worked. They were understaffed and overwhelmed and there had been multiple rude customers, mostly due to the longer than normal wait time. She had mentioned quitting her job and switching to food delivery yesterday at the beach when she was talking to Matthew and Aaron. Meg was sorely tempted to call Starbucks and tell her manager she wasn't coming back tomorrow. As she came to her apartment door, she had been so lost in thought she hadn't pulled her keys out of her pocket and tried to dig them out of her pocket.
Danny made his way down the sidewalk in search of the leasing office. As he rounded the corner, he saw a blonde girl in a Starbucks uniform fumbling with the keys to her apartment.
"Uh, excuse me," Danny said. "I'm looking for the manager's office. I'm a new tenant just moving in and need to check-in and get my keys... I guess..."
Meg was slightly startled. "Oh uh, hey," She said looking up to meet his eyes. He was quite a bit taller than she was. She noticed he had suitcases in both hands, a laptop strapped across his chest, and what appeared to be a guitar case on his back.
"Yeah, it's on the other side of the building. Unfortunately, you're the furthest point from it," she said pointing in the direction of the leasing office.
"Thanks," he said, somewhat shyly.
"Um, hey, uh, do you know what unit you are in," Meg asked as she finally found her keys and opened her door. "I'd hate for you to lug all of that stuff all the way across the complex and then have to lug it back if you're apartment is on this side. You're welcome to drop your stuff here at my place. I'm Meg by the way."
She offered her hand out to him but felt a bit dumb as she realized his hands were both full at the moment.
Pinecone University, Squirrel Den
108 Marshall Jackson Rd.
Foxlake Appartments
Meg had a particularly bad day at the coffee shop where she worked. They were understaffed and overwhelmed and there had been multiple rude customers, mostly due to the longer than normal wait time. She had mentioned quitting her job and switching to food delivery yesterday at the beach when she was talking to Matthew and Aaron. Meg was sorely tempted to call Starbucks and tell her manager she wasn't coming back tomorrow. As she came to her apartment door, she had been so lost in thought she hadn't pulled her keys out of her pocket and tried to dig them out of her pocket.
Danny made his way down the sidewalk in search of the leasing office. As he rounded the corner, he saw a blonde girl in a Starbucks uniform fumbling with the keys to her apartment.
"Uh, excuse me," Danny said. "I'm looking for the manager's office. I'm a new tenant just moving in and need to check-in and get my keys... I guess..."
Meg was slightly startled. "Oh uh, hey," She said looking up to meet his eyes. He was quite a bit taller than she was. She noticed he had suitcases in both hands, a laptop strapped across his chest, and what appeared to be a guitar case on his back.
"Yeah, it's on the other side of the building. Unfortunately, you're the furthest point from it," she said pointing in the direction of the leasing office.
"Thanks," he said, somewhat shyly.
"Um, hey, uh, do you know what unit you are in," Meg asked as she finally found her keys and opened her door. "I'd hate for you to lug all of that stuff all the way across the complex and then have to lug it back if you're apartment is on this side. You're welcome to drop your stuff here at my place. I'm Meg by the way."
She offered her hand out to him but felt a bit dumb as she realized his hands were both full at the moment.
"Um, hey, uh, do you know what unit you are in," Meg asked as she finally found her keys and opened her door. "I'd hate for you to lug all of that stuff all the way across the complex and then have to lug it back if you're apartment is on this side. You're welcome to drop your stuff here at my place. I'm Meg by the way."
She offered her hand out to him but felt a bit dumb as she realized his hands were both full at the moment.
"Oh, right," Danny said quickly setting down the two suitcases. "Uh Danny, Danny Logan. I uh, just moved here from Portland... Oregon. I'm starting school in a few weeks and literally just arrived."
He paused a moment, trying to think what else to say. Dani usually did all the talking between them. Social interactions were not his forte.
"Uh, hey, if you wouldn't mind, uh that would be great, actually," He said quickly. "I'll try to be quick."
When Meg opened her door he picked up the 2 suitcases and lifted them just inside the door. Then he removed his gig bag for his bass guitar from his back, followed by the laptop, and sat them down. After thanking Meg again, he hurried off down the sidewalk and found the leasing office without issue.
A young woman, not much older than he was looked up from behind the desk. "Welcome to Foxlake Apartments," She said warmly. "Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. My name's Logan. Uh, Danny Logan. I'm a new tenant. I just literally got here from the airport. I'm here to pick up my apartment keys," He explained.
The woman nodded. "Yes, of course. Just need to see your ID real quick," She said.
Danny nodded, pulled out his wallet, and showed her his driver's license. She nodded in acknowledgment and handed him an envelope.
"It's just right down the walkway there, far end of the building," the receptionist explained. "Would you like me to show you?"
"Nah, I'm good. I already talked to a resident. I think she's my next-door neighbor. I can take it from here," He assured her.
A moment later, he headed back towards Meg's apartment. Sure enough, he had the unit beside hers. He tapped on the door and waited for her to answer.
She offered her hand out to him but felt a bit dumb as she realized his hands were both full at the moment.
"Oh, right," Danny said quickly setting down the two suitcases. "Uh Danny, Danny Logan. I uh, just moved here from Portland... Oregon. I'm starting school in a few weeks and literally just arrived."
He paused a moment, trying to think what else to say. Dani usually did all the talking between them. Social interactions were not his forte.
"Uh, hey, if you wouldn't mind, uh that would be great, actually," He said quickly. "I'll try to be quick."
When Meg opened her door he picked up the 2 suitcases and lifted them just inside the door. Then he removed his gig bag for his bass guitar from his back, followed by the laptop, and sat them down. After thanking Meg again, he hurried off down the sidewalk and found the leasing office without issue.
A young woman, not much older than he was looked up from behind the desk. "Welcome to Foxlake Apartments," She said warmly. "Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. My name's Logan. Uh, Danny Logan. I'm a new tenant. I just literally got here from the airport. I'm here to pick up my apartment keys," He explained.
The woman nodded. "Yes, of course. Just need to see your ID real quick," She said.
Danny nodded, pulled out his wallet, and showed her his driver's license. She nodded in acknowledgment and handed him an envelope.
"It's just right down the walkway there, far end of the building," the receptionist explained. "Would you like me to show you?"
"Nah, I'm good. I already talked to a resident. I think she's my next-door neighbor. I can take it from here," He assured her.
A moment later, he headed back towards Meg's apartment. Sure enough, he had the unit beside hers. He tapped on the door and waited for her to answer.
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