Hannah's+snapshot+memory

Icy snow cone slid down me and my friend, Claire's, throats. The sun was beating down on us at a Rockies game towards the beginning of a school year. We weren't paying much attention to the game, mostly talking about funny things at school, like the time I found a ton of barbeque sauce all over the toilet. Then somehow, we started talking about Claire's neighbor. "I don't know why, but he kind of looks like one of those alien things... who are scared of microwaves or something. I don't remember what they're called, but he should be one for halloweeen," she said. As she said that, I got a big mouthful of snow cone juice. Then I realized what she was talking about. She was trying to tell me that her sixth grade neighbor should be a tellatubbie for Halloween. Then I burst out laughing and spit snow cone all over the bald guy in front of me. When the guy turned around, he asked who dumped beer on his head and we laughed extremely hard. The most funny part is that to this day, he still doesn't know what was dumped on his head.