April 18, 2011
When my Dad tosses me my car keys, I defensively hold my hands in front of my face and scream. Usually the keys hit me in my chest or they slip through my hands because, again, I can't catch shit.
So, when a guy catches his car keys mid-air like it ain't no thing but a chicken wing on a string watching the West Wing, I nod in approval. Maybe I'll even get in on the throwing thing and toss him his iPod or a box of Triscuits. He'll catch it every time, like a competent circus seal. And, that rules! The only time I've ever seen him drop anything was when someone threw a snowball at him from roughly 40 feet away. Even then, he almost had it, but whatever. I was still impressed.
Guys who catch things, you can't see me, but I'm tossing a blown kiss at you right now.