Note self: what a nice day, after training we went to Santorini’s Deli before the crowds arrived. The owner and Erik were joshing around like usual, and they got into a “how good are you?” contest. He asked, “Can you kick that?” (A decoration hanging from the ceiling) and Erik said sure and did a jump front kick and touched it. The guy said, “Oh sure, jumping” Erik almost split a gut laughing, “Jeez…dude, give me a break…” Then the owner (who has springs) jumped up a few times to try to kick. It was a totally fun and charming day.
“How old are you?” Erik said “50”…they had guessed 38.
“How long you two been together?” Erik stated correctly, “Six years?” looking at me. I said, “We’ve know each other for twelve years…” The owner only heard me and said to Erik (again, busting his b*lls) “Six years? Where you been?” Again, Erik busts up laughing. I corrected him, “No, Erik’s right” but by then Erik is bright red laughing just because it was all so silly.