A white piece of paper was stapled to the bulletin board this morning. Our company is inviting us, employees, to watch the new Indiana Jones movie. For free. It’s their treat.

I would love to go. I haven’t seen a film since… see, I can’t remember the last one. I’m sure it would still be fun watching Harrison Ford whack his whip around. I don’t mind if it’s a 65 year-old man wearing that hat and brandishing that whip; it’s still Harrison Ford. The man oozes with masculinity and charisma.

Hey, it’s not a big deal to admire someone who has a body part that also dangles, right? I like him best as Han Solo, though.

It’s time to go home now. I just checked the bulletin board again and the Indiana Jones invite is still empty of signatures. I can’t believe no one’s signing up. I hope they do.

Now why do I have a hard time listing my name first? Aaarghh! One of these days I’ve got to learn to stand up, get what I want, act how I wish to act.

I’m pathetic.

Evan Almighty isn’t a great film as a comedy.

But it sure packed a mighty message with just three letters:  A – R – K

How can we save the world? Through Acts of Random Kindness.

 ’Nuff said.