There are 8 desks in South Complex, all of which need change made at the beginning of the day and in the afternoon so that we can perform our primary task of giving people change for their twenties so they can give delivery guys tips.

I covered the change run yesterday. I had to carry a large pile of mail to four of the desks (as well as the change) and as I was walking into the courtyard doors of North Case hall, I saw my sister's boyfriend, Bobby. We caught each other's look and he and his friend got up and started walking to intercept me.

He and his friend got on either side of me behind me. "Give me your folders!" Bobby demanded. What was funny about this is that he had no idea I was probably carrying $200 in change in my bag. He wanted the mail.

"You don't want this," I said.

"What's in it?" he asked.

"Health center bills, letters of recommendation for people who want to be Madison professors..."

"I thought the Health center was free."

"Not if you get tests. Those aren't free."

"Okay, give me one of those letters of rec. I'll just white out the other name and put mine."

This can be said for Bobby -- now that he knows who I am, he goes out of his way to say hello, even if saying hello means "mugging" me. This morning, he hops on the counter. "I hear you met my friend Cliff."

I shooed him off the counter -- I would get in trouble if Suzette saw him like that. "I did," I said.

"What were you doing at a Methodist party?" HAHAHAHAHA.

"My roommate's a Methodist. And like, three of my friends turned 21 in like, a week, so there had to be a party."

"I hear you and him are going to split buying."

I shrugged. "Alls I know is that now when I talk about my sisters boyfriend, someone pipes up, 'Yumyum?'"

He stood up straighter, his face drained of color, and he said, "On that note, I'm leaving because they don't know what that means."

I yelled after him, "I know what it means!"