More Be Nice to Op Day

One time Op gave me his pass to see Paul Westerberg up close at Tower Records. I whined and cried like a complete, shameless baby until he gave it to me. By "gave it to me," I mean "threw it at me." I'm not saying it could've KILLED me, but those laminates are no joke. Could've hit me in the eye, or broken skin. Or maybe skipped into the street, whereupon reaching for it I got plowed over by a bus. Now, none of that actually happened, but I did get to meet one of my idols thanks to Op :)