I was standing in line at Broulims....

...And there was my face. All blown up large on the front page of the Standard Journal. What amazing accomplishment did I do to make it onto such a prestigious newspaper, you may ask? I filled up my car with Gasoline and from it spawned this windblown, bunny toothed picture.

I was amused, but later embarrassed when people commented to me about it a lot! And the best part of all came yesterday when I had this text conversation with my friend Devin from a service group I used to volunteer with.

Devin: Please come to bunkhouse 15 to see the coolest thing... It includes your picture.
Me: If this is the newspaper picture then you may burn it. I give permission
Devin: It is the newspaper picture, but added onto. It made my life.
Me: Gee I can't wait.
Devin: You will love it
Me: how could I not love someone messing with my face?
Devin:Not your face - just wait and see. It's amazing.

So I curiously sauntered over later in the day and there it was: My newspaper picture cut out and pasted to the wall. When I say pasted it was pretty much immovably glued.

"You have a new lover you didn't know about," Devin said. And then left me to examine the unfortunate picture. The picture had been modified to look like the different options of gas were options of people and BRAD was written into all of them with the top of the pump saying FOR FREE.

I was really confused about this. Devin explained that he came home last night and his roommate, who I do not know, had put that up. Devin thought it was hilarious and asked the guy why my picture was up in the apartment. His roommate was embarrassed that Devin actually knew me and even more so when Devin explained that I lived in 304- which you can see from their apartment.

I laughed really hard, took a picture of the edited one and told Devin I would probably not come to his apartment again so if he wanted to talk he would have to come to mine. However I was flattered that someone found that picture mildly attractive. And now I'm still laughing about my unfortunate claim to fame in the Standard Journal.