Itchy Feet

I was thinking about that time that we were walking across the Golden Gate Bridge that one night at like, three am, and we saw the three UFOs and then you and I got into this heated arguement about which season of the X Files was the best while we were checking the others' parachute-packing jobs, and how we were both sure we had just sabatoged the other so we checked each other's checking, and then had to be rechecked . . . man, that was great until six am rolled around and the Krispy Kreme light came on.