Book-Sack

Tyler, Aaron, The Other John, and I had been sitting in front of the first hundred hall for about ten minutes when John's bus finally arrived. He walked up to us with a grin on his face, and we didn't realize what he was laughing about until he spun around and showed us his bag, his "book-sack" as we called it.

There, plastered across the back of his bag, was Batman.

We lost it. Tyler was nearly rolling on the ground laughing, Aaron and The Other John looked as though they were having a seizure, and I was almost in tears. Not only did he have Batman on his book-sack, but it looked so small on him you would have thought he borrowed it from a second grader. It wasn't a new-age type Batman, either, it was like an old overly-cartoonized version. It was great.

We couldn't control ourselves even as we walked to the cafeteria for breakfast. We got our food and sat down at one of the smaller tables off to the side of the room.

"I'm only doing this for my own amusement, really," he said, grinning, when I put my things down by his. "I don't care what everyone else says. They're either going to think it's funny or that I'm a fool."

"I think it's the best idea ever," I said. "Everyone's gonna love it, Tyler and Aaron were dying. It's hilarious."

He wore the book-sack all week long. I don't think he has any intention of stopping, either.