Strangest sentence, taken out of context, said to me at work in the bathroom, by my manager:

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like a 16 year old boy to me.”

Earlier today, while I was wandering boisterously around the apartment, AmitheFriend dragged me back from the latter half of the apartment.

Curious, of course, I drag out of her the reason: You can’t go back there! Colin has a girl in his room!

Naturally, my circumspection for Colin knows no bounds. I was going to stop and quietly sit in my room, waiting for her exit, but pondered enough to ask the subsequent question, as I hadn’t seen *anyone* come through the door, nor Colin going out…

“What makes you sure there’s a girl back there?”

She points to the front entrance. Those shoes there!

They’re mine. Size 13 black skater-type monstrosities.

I asked Colin about it just now. Whether he’d go for someone who had shoes like mine. “Well… she might be hot!”

His huge feet have overtaken his resolve, then.