the other weekend i was talking to one of my friends mom's about her nephew who plays frisbee.
she was telling me that he played in georgia and was at club nationals playing on a team called chain lightning, and she asked me if i had seen him. i told her that i did see the team, but im not sure if i saw him because i dont know what he looks like.
she begins to describe him like "hes blonde, and hes very nice, and pretty stocky, and hes about this tall"
and when she describes his height she put her hand at kind of a weird angle at about face height, so i high-fived her.
shockingly, she was taken aback by the fact that i high-fived her in the middle of a description at a time when the desire for a high five was definitely not reciprocated.
i then apologized and said "sorry i thought you were going for a high five!"
to which she naturally responded "well, no...."
and then i listened to the rest of her description of her nice, high-five height nephew, with my hands behind my back.
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