last day

It’s my last day at the camp job. I’m sitting at what’s soon to be “my old desk,” waiting (im)patiently for my boss to cut my check so I can go home.

In honor of my last day, and to avoid any undue sentimentality, I’m going to leave this place with the following:

Jesus: Wait, What?

Little boy: Who’s Buddha?
Grandfather: He’s the Jesus of China.

–Museum of Natural History

Overheard by: Beckles

via Overheard in New York, Jan 16, 2007