Page 67 of Hockey Bois
Curtis Bennet: The tournament is at Rostraver Ice Garden in Belle Vernon, PA.
Nick J. Porter: gee that’s a good question young greg
Nick J. Porter: jensie, why *do* you know so much about pittsburgh?
Brady Derek Jensen: that’s like a 40 minute drive from the city wtf
Gregory Smegory: Nicki you’re scaring me
Gregory Smegory: What deep dark Pittsburghian secret is Jensie hiding?
Brady Derek Jensen: I’m from Pittsburgh
Gregory Smegory: !!!!!!!!!
Gregg Cox: Somehow this makes a lot of sense
Gregory Smegory: We’ve had a sleeper cell in our midst this whole time
Gail King: Jens as my defensive partner I feel betrayed that I didn’t know this information already
Brady Derek Jensen: yinz act like you’ve never met someone from pittsburgh
Marc Garcia: I was going to let this go but yinz???? Wtf is yinz?
Gregory Smegory: Like I said, sleeper cell
Gregory Smegory: All this time he’s been oozing Pittsburgh-ness secretly without us knowing
Nick J. Porter: is there a difference between “secretly” and “without us knowing”?
Gail King: Maybe it’s a double secret
Gregory Smegory: Jensie you a pens fan??? I don’t know how we can be friends after this
Brady Derek Jensen: when have I ever rubbed our five cups in your face?
Brady Derek Jensen: if I can listen to you go on and on about Ovechkin you can quietly endure my silent appreciation for the better team
Nick J. Porter: shots fired
Curtis Bennet: Please let me know if you are able to attend. I will forward everyone the relevant info about dates, hotel accommodations, and the rule book. I will also read through the rules to look for any obvious differences to how we’re used to playing.
Gregg Cox: Saved by the captain there Jensie
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Nick liked to hide in the copy room that had the shitty copier that always jammed. Most people ignored it, except for the interns who were often forced to use the lesser equipment during peak office hours. Nick didn’t mind the bad copier because the room had a nice view of the city and was usually abandoned. Even when an intern did wander that way, they’d see Nick—an actual employee with salary, benefits, and his own office—and sigh before moving on.
Dilutions were the absolute worst—huge-ass lists detailing all of a customer’s deductions. When those came up, hecouldtake over a copier closer to his office, but then he’d have to talk to people. Never mind the hassle of having to fight for one of the better machines, it was the endless small talk that killed him. Why bother, when he could hide out here instead?
And today, he might have decided to do this particular task earlier than necessary once he got a very surprising message. In this out-of-the-way corner, no one cared if he checked his phone as he waited for another fifty-page report to print.
Jensie from Hockey (11:18 a.m.)
hey you’re going to the tournament right?
call me when you get a chance today?
