This comic actually comes from  an event we attended in Metamora, Indiana-  we had been looking for a certain cache, and when we found out who had hidden it Sue and I decided to to stop a moment and think “What Would Larry Do?”   Within moments we found the geocache and moved on, giggling about embracing our inner Larry.  Oh by the way-  the cacher in question, may or may not be named “Larry”  I’m not revealing who it is under pain of death- or at least not without a cookie.

Sue jokes with me sometimes because,while it may seem hard to believe, I’m kind of an introvert.  If I don’t know you that well, I kind of clam up and hide in the background.  I’m sure there are deep rooted psychological reasons for this stemming from some childhood trauma, but it is just the way I am.  I go to a comic convention and while I would love to chat it up with some of the creators there, I quietly wait in line, say “Hi” and move on, they’re busy and their time is too valuable for me waste.  Cecil has helped me a bit to overcome this, but like I said, it’s just the way I am- that is until I really need to.  When I need to be gregarious, loud, boisterous, I reach deep down and embrace that part of me that is social- obnoxiously so…  I call him “Bob.”  This might have something to do with the fact that my dad, Bob, is outgoing.  He never really met a stranger, everyone’s friend.  When I embrace my inner Bob, after a while Sue will politely, and quietly ask me to stop, sometimes with a kick under the table, and I crawl back into my shell, safe and sound.  SO If we happen to meet and you think I’m ignoring you, I’m not- I just am a geek, or is that a nerd, or a dweeb, I always forget which one is which.

What Would Larry Do?

This comic actually comes from  an event we attended in Metamora, Indiana-  we had been looking for a certain cache, and when we found out who had hidden it Sue and I decided to to stop a moment and think "What Would Larry Do?"   Within moments we found the geocache and moved on, giggling about embracing our inner Larry.  Oh by the way-  the cacher in question, may or may not be named "Larry"  I'm not revealing who it is under pain of death- or at least not without a cookie. Sue jokes with me sometimes because,while it may seem hard to believe, I'm kind of an introvert.  If I don't know you that well, I kind of clam up and hide in the background.  I'm sure there are deep rooted psychological reasons for this stemming from some childhood trauma, but it is just the way I am.  I go to a comic convention and while I would love to chat it up with some of the creators there, I quietly wait in line, say "Hi" and move on, they're busy and their time is too valuable for me waste.  Cecil has helped me a bit to overcome this, but like I said, it's just the way I am- that is until I really need to.  When I need to be gregarious, loud, boisterous, I reach deep down and embrace that part of me that is social- obnoxiously so...  I call him "Bob."  This might have something to do with the fact that my dad, Bob, is outgoing.  He never really met a stranger, everyone's friend.  When I embrace my inner Bob, after a while Sue will politely, and quietly ask me to stop, sometimes with a kick under the table, and I crawl back into my shell, safe and sound.  SO If we happen to meet and you think I'm ignoring you, I'm not- I just am a geek, or is that a nerd, or a dweeb, I always forget which one is which.

One thought on “What Would Larry Do?

  1. Too funny, we did the exact same thing. After looking in all the places we’d have hidden it and admiring the floating queen of the raccoons, we channeled our “inner Larrys” and found the prize.

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