When Keith was younger he played a lot. Outside mostly with two neighborhood kids, always playing the same games. One they just threw a frisbee across the road. You got a point if it landed on the other side's grass. Two if you skipped it on the road first. Keith loved this. But this street had cars driving down every 5 minutes or so. At first they would all yell car and stop playing, but then they just kept going. Keith and his friends got good at recognizing cars they could throw it under, and cars that would get made. Old ladies no. Young guys blasting music sure. Older guys after work depended on the day. Mondays no way, Fridays they didn't usually care. The points for under the car were worth more, like 5 they decided. One time though the frisbee scared someone, and they got out and shouted and the kids ran away. That guy took their frisbee. Keith got good at reading people, understanding if they were paying attention. Cal he thought, pays attention.
What you getting today he asked cal at the coffee machine.
