S T O R Y T I M E
You’re having lunch...
you’re stopped by fans and paparazzi...
they start chanting your name...
“Al-bert! Al-bert!”
You shout back
“Albert isn’t my name...!”
They persist...
lifting you up and away from your Chipotle...
they carry you off into a parade...
confetti lands in your guac...
then it hits you...
“Maybe I am Albert, and I just never knew.”
Smirking at the revelation, you carry on.
“Way to go, champ” you think to yourself...
“Way. To. Go.”
The end.
8/21/2019, 3:35:05 AM