"WHO STILL NEEDS STAMPED?!" - my friend exploding in fiery rage in the middle of a parking lot. Yeah, good times. We were volunteering for OMEA Marching Band State Finals (despite my phobia of telling the internet my personal info, I feel safe saying that much because it's state-wide and hundreds of people volunteered), and she was stamping band-kid hands. She had to find a couple pit-crew parents she missed, so she walked the
entire staduim parking lot and they weren't there. She then went on a stampy rampage, stamping everything in her way green...it was horrible...horribly funny, that is
