This weekend Matt asked if I would mind him wearing a RotoHog t-shirt. He was smart enough to avoid asking while I was desperately unemployed, but now that I had an offer, it seemed like a reasonable request. Unable to contrive an illogical excuse, I said it was okay, and away we went.

While waiting to cross a street, a random lady asked Matt if he plays on RotoHog. While I went into convulsions, he calmly stated that I used to work there. Apparently random lady's son still works there, and maybe I know him? OF COURSE.