I'm walking out of the doors at work today next to a small group of guys talking about "the one that got away."
I heard the phrase "Great White Buffalo" being tossed around. Two of the friends were getting on the other one for his inaction in relation to a girl that had recently moved away.
Apparently she had been "the one." This kid had to be around nineteen. If only he knew.
But his response to the jests of his peers?
"Dudes, she can't just magically fly to Daytona."
He's right. Today we use airplanes. Much more comfortable than broomsticks and you get the added inconvenience of airport security.
Suck it, bros. She can't magically get here.
She has to buy a ticket.
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