Friday, March 9
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Jon, Odie and
 A few days ago, my sister and I went to see my parent's financial consultant with my parents to help explain the things being said. (I speak english and sometimes investment and retirement speak goes over my head -- and this may be an understatement).
At one point the financial consultant needed a record of a statement and he suddenly and casually said "Gaaaarfield," like he was just ordering an ice tea or a side salad with croutons. Before I could even think there are actually people named Garfield? a small, baby faced chinese intern wearing a horrendishly oversized, square shouldered suit was standing behind me.
"Yes?" said the newcomer standing quite still and blinking a few times, his eyes opened wide like Garfield before lasanga. His posture could have been military if you were able to see his body underneath his suit of armour.
At this point I had enough time to muse there are actually people named Garfield? and even enough time for and they look like him?
I turned to my sister who was sitting in the corner of the room, previously bored and wanting to leave, but now she smirked as I looked at her. This was when I knew I had to turn away immediately, but it was too late because I started laughing.
At first I bit my lip until I heard it again.
"Ummm Gaaarfield, I need you to..."
My body started to shake from restrained laughter and I bowed my head low to hide my amused face.
Garfield spoke next.
"Okay, anything else?"
I pictured Garfield's tiny asian head peeking out of the big and tall suit and no longer could I hold my laughter and started giggling. Keep in mind that I was sitting directly in front of the financial advisor and my parents to each side of me and everyone seemed deadly serious because of money talk. With my head bent low, all they saw was my convulsing body and hear my stifled giggles.
If Garfield was human and if the human was asian and the asian was an up and comer, eager to please intern, this was him.
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