Tuesday after game night I wandered into the Renaissance Man in the hallway and we chatted. It was pouring down rain outside. I had an umbrella. He didn't. Happily, we'd parked in the same garage. So we shared mine while complaining about conference rooms: who books a room 3 months in advance? Me, actually.
I did get earwormed with that umbrella song.
I did get earwormed with that umbrella song.