Air Guitar
I’d just like the point out that, recently, I was rockin’ down the hall of the chemistry department at the end of a long day of work, passionately mouthing the words to “Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth. It was all going great until I looked over and saw the stockroom manager looking at me with an expression of horror, grief, and pity all rolled into one facial contortion.
I began to jog quickly.