The other day, while EJ and I were taking in a spirited game of ping-pong at spunkybean Headquarters, Myndi came running into the office looking like she’d seen an Omarosa. She was visibly shaken. We tried asking her what was wrong. I rolled an office chair over to her and asked her to sit down, while EJ quick ran and grabbed a cold drink from the well stocked spunkyfridge. Casey …well …she was busy listening to her iPod in her cubicle and editing her cat’s-in-pizza-boxes YouTube montage and didn’t notice. Anyway …Myndi refused the chair …and she refused the cold beverage and simply stared straight ahead. And she began walking …slowly – I held her arm to keep her from falling. She walked without a word to the window and pointed. Below, in the streets outside our office, stood a swarm of angry protestors all chanting and holding signs. “We Want Answers,” they demanded.
It seems …in these uncertain times, it’s not enough for spunkybean to riff about American Idol, or Lost …or even Celebrity Apprentice and Dancing with the Stars. No, spunkybean readers want to know what we think of Survivor, Hell’s Kitchen, and more.
