Rock, Rock, Rock?
Above is a picture of Danny, Jer, and me getting ready to get some beauty rest on our last tour. But this was not just any night. This was, if I'm remembering right, the second of three consecutive nights in which Danny beat me at Rock, Paper, Scissors for who got to sleep in a bed. It's no wonder that, if you look closely at the picture blown up, Danny looks like an evil genius who's driven me crazy.
I'm not sure how these successive losses happened, and I'm starting to get concerned about my prospects for this next tour. After all, just the other day I lost to a fellow Starbucks worker (more on that in a later post) who I thought I had accurately psychoanalyzed as a paper-thrower. Boy was I wrong! As a result, I didn't get to throw out the trash, which involves being outside for a few moments and is therefore actually a sought-after task where I work.
After he laughed all the way to the dumpster and back, this co-worker informed me that the internet had some sage wisdom about how to win at this confounding game. I just checked out a few sites, with http://www.worldrps.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=256&Itemid=37 being the most comprehensive I've found. I'm a bit bummed at the level of luck that still seems to be involved. Still, my searching was not in vain. I ran into an interesting tidbit on the competitive mating habits of the side-botched lizard, which, according to Wikipedia, resemble Rock, Paper, Scissors. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-paper-scissors). Thankfully, what's at stake in my case is only taking out the trash or making an evil genius sleep on the floor.