John came into town today. He, Brandon and I went to the mall. They have this big rockclimbing thing there that Brandon and I stared at for a while. The girl running it finally asked if we wanted to go on it. I really did. Brandon was reluctant, but we went anyway.

We had to chose which level wall we were going to climb.
Brandon: I'll pick this one.
Girl: That's the one for the three-year-olds.
Brandon: That's fine.
Girl: I had a 16-month-old climb that one today.
So we went. I took the adult wall. Brandon was only slightly ahead of me. Then we switched walls. I reached the top fairly quickly and I looked down to see Brandon desperately clinging to the bottom rocks in anguish. We had fun.

Then we went to Serrano's. We sat down and no one was serving us. Brandon took the red napkin and waved it above his head. Still we were ignored. Then Brandon suggested we just wear the napkins on our heads until we were served. We did so. An eight-year-old child at the next table looked at us strangely. We looked back. He shook his head as if wondering about the fate of humanity and turned around. Eventually we were served.