Inneresting

I do apologize for my grammar error on my last post. I'm not good at self editing and what is put down on the page is usually just verbal diarrhea that comes directly from my brain. Oops, so sue me.

Today, after studying for FOUR HOURS STRAIGHT I decided to make an appearance at the Sid festival that's sponsored by the Saudi Club here on campus. My conversation partner, Moayad, had invited me and I though that it would be interesting to go. I was only there for about 30 minutes but I got some free food (very good, me likey the sheeps) and was witness to some interesting behavior.

There was a large group of people walking slowly on the lawn, looking down into the grass. Occasionally sifting through it.

Ellen: Guess what they're doing.

Me: Umm, I dunno.

Ellen: They're looking for something that was lost during the tug o' war game.

Me: A ring? That's awful.

Ellen: No, not a ring.

Me: A watch?

Ellen: No, it's something that a ring would be on.

Me: YOU MEAN THEY'RE LOOKING FOR A FINGER?

Ellen: Yes, that's exactly what I mean......