...'bout the time I signed Hélène and I up for a 6k at Thanksgiving with my family, and then as I was cleaning everything up getting ready for her to come, I donated the box I had carelessly thrown our race numbers, timing chips, and t-shirts in to the D.I.?
...and I jumped out of bed in a cold sweat at 2am when I realized what I had done and jumped over Addie, who was sleeping on my floor and kind of blocking the door, and ran out to my car to see if they were still in there by some miracle (they weren't - let's get real - this is Nicki we're talking about)...
...and the next time I saw my shirt it had a $5.00 price tag on it?
Don't worry, we all had a good laugh (after I recovered from a sleepless night and some verbal self-abuse), and I sweet talked the D.I. manager into giving me the shirt for free, and the race coordinator into issuing us new numbers and chips. One of the shirts, though, was never recovered. It was apparently a pretty hot item. (I mean, who wouldn't want that shirt? 5 bucks if you can tell me what that picture is even supposed to be).
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THIS is why you aren't the team captain.
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