Johnny: Ehh I can't see anyway.
Me: How bad are your eyes?
Johnny: 300.
Me: That's not too bad. I'm 500.
Johnny: You should get surgery.
Me: it's not that bad....
Johnny: I meant plastic surgery.
The Johnny I met in 7th grade was a very strange boy who felt the need to mumble angry comments in reaction to the announcements in assembly. But now he has flourished and become an engaging, intelligent, kind hearted young man. Cheers to you Johnny!
