What do you say when you run across a camouflaged shirt and Jean man lying down between two cars in the parking garage at a Jesuit college campus who pops a can open and asks you as you’re passing by with your dog on your morning walk if you want a soda? At 5:30 a.m. on a Monday?
My reply? “Oh no, that’s ok. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
Charley’s reply? After her ears are two feet tall and bullet proof? “GRRRRR…. Rrruufff. Ruff ruff yapgruffgrowl.”
Duh.
CHARLEY WAFFLE 