Confession 137

You thought I was done with these, didn't you? Well, the thing is, I'd forgotten my password. But I remembered it again after trying about twelve wrong ones just now, and switched the whole blog over to this account. So I hope you're as excited for this to start up again as I am. The confession:

BYU had an Easter Egg Hunt in which they had prizes hidden in Easter eggs all over campus. The prizes ranged in value from weak-sauce little candies to shiny new iPods. Students were out there looking for prizes, and I was out there, among them. But was I trying to find an iPod? No, I was not.

I was there with my friends, and dozens of plastic eggs, hiding illicit eggs with counterfeit prizes inside. Some were full of flour, others had authentic-looking tickets that said "iPod" on them, with instructions for the finders to present then at the BYU Bookstore.

As I was riding someone's unlocked-up bicycle around campus about an hour after having lodged an iPod egg up the rear of the Indian Statue's loincloth, a timorous boy stopped me to tell me about his good fortune.

"Keep your eyes open," he asserted awkwardly.

I screeched to a brake. "What?"

"Keep your eyes open. I was walking back from the library just now, and I passed the Indian, and I was thinking about the Easter Egg hunt, and so I reached up the back of his skirt, and I--"

"Wow, that's kinda perverted!"

"No! I was just trying to find an egg, and there was one in there, and I opened it up, and it had a ticket inside for a free iPod!"

"Seriously? Lemme see."

He proffered his lucky egg, and I took it in hand to inspect it. Sure enough, there was the iPod offer, in my own handwriting. "Yoink!" I yelled, as I pedaled away quickly with it still in my hand. "Bwahahaha!"

I did bring it back, though, and told him I'd just been kidding. He laughed politely, then scampered off to go "wake up [his] roommates." Poor little sap.

You can read it about the Easter Egg Hunt in this article from the Daily Universe. Pay special attention to paragraph eight.