Indy, Cover Your Heart!

So it's no mystery to those close to me that I accepted a new job offer on Monday. I am stoked, and looking forward to something new. Most of my current co-workers just started catching on today that I am leaving. They are all bummed and/or pissed at me. Like my boss Quan. Quan is at best just shy of 5 feet tall and incredibly asian. He has to shop in the boys' dept. I give him shit, he gives me shit. He throws a football at my face, I throw a football at his nuts. It's just the way it works.

So this afternoon I was working at my desk, and for some reason I caught the smell of Froot Loops in the air. I don't understand it, but it was there. I turn around, and Quan is right there. I asked "What the fuck smells like froot loops??" He immediately says "That's You." Capitalizing on the Alley-oop, Home Run, and Superbowl of slams I so obliviously set him up with, he digs the wound deeper by nicknaming me Froot Loop for the remainder of my time there. It soon spun off to Froot Loose, which I personally like much better. Now, the house knows this, but this isn't the first time I've been nicknamed after some sort of food based off of something someone has smelled. We don't need to go into that now.

A few minutes later, most of us are sitting on some couches talking to this prospective producer they are looking to hire, and I look up at Quan, and he says "Hey, Froot Loop". I instantly remembered one of the most excellent nicknames I had applied to him in the past.

I responded promptly with "Short Round."