A legacy…
I volunteer at Headquarters. I have for four years now. Last night, my friend Monica and I were volunteering together. Good times. We were bored and wanted to get out of there to watch the game and started talking about our kids and how they would be good friends. In our urgency to leave, we wondered who was on shift next as we felt they should arrive at least 20 minutes early due to the game. One of the volunteers coming in on the next shift had a parent who also volunteered at HQ. He is basically a legacy, much like a sorority or fraternity legacy. That soon changed to our kids being legacies at Headquarters. After much talk about them going though training together and being the best of friends, Monica decides it would be best if she had a little gay son and I had a little straight daughter. It seems amazing and I sort of want a kid now so it can have a good friend and a cool place to volunteer and do cool stuff like drink beer after winning the championship.
My other friend, Jen, and I always talked about what a spawn of ours would be like. As I recall, we were always pretty frightened at the massive amount of pessimism and cynicism that the child would unleash on the world. What I imagine is a mix of Lewis Black on a bad day and Janeane Garofalo on the rag. Eeek!
