Last night, at the hookah bar, i ran into an old acquaintance.
In middle school, one of my friends was the only oboe in the band.
(I haven't spoken her since middle school, but I still remember her name: Noel.)
Then, George came
and George played oboe, so my friend was bumped to second oboe.
Every time i see George
i think of this story.
We're all growing up.