One of my favorite things is judging high school speech competitions; and frankly, volunteering is one of my better character traits (these are few, so I must make note). Before I bloviate, let me get to the good stuff.
An interesting quirk of mine is I love to eavesdrop, especially around teenagers.
Here's a conversation overheard in the judges' lounge (these guys were probably 19 yrs-old):
"Dude, you judgin?"
"Yeah. You?" Brown Jacket Guy (BJG) asked.
"Yeah. Dude, you still with your partner?" Hairy Leg Dude (HLD) asked, clearly not realizing it SNOWED. He wore SHORTS.
"Nah. She went to BYU. I went to Basic."
"Oh. BYU. That's bad."
"Those guys down there are players." BJG said.
"She was hot." HLD lounged back and crossed his hairy legs.
"Judge any hot girls today?" HLD sipped his water bottle.
"Actually..." BJG smiled. "I judged O.O. and this one girl was --"
"Remember that competition last year and those --"
"Yeah. That was chill." Both pause.
"What are you majoring in?" BJG asked.
"That's a lot of math."
"Yeah, but I'm keeping it all balanced," HLD said.
"Our frat parties at least four nights a week."
"Yeah. Friday classes are tough cuz Thursday's our biggest drinking night, but it's chill."
"You think ballots are out?"
HLD and BJG left to check the ballot table.
Why were these guys judges? Shouldn't they have been out developing their fuliguline skills, raising rabbits, or sharpening their basic training blades? Yup, that's a bad habit of mine: judging others unfairly. Maybe they *were* good judges.
And, I have a secret to confess... while sitting there, I pretended to read. I even turned the pages.
Crusader Challenge #1: complete. And I did it in only 251 words.
Can you find the lie?