Background: During my hiatus in Oklahoma, my brother Stephan consistently threw his hand in between David and my high fives. At the choir concert this evening, I saw David and Stephan - both unaware that I was in the room - about to high five, so I made a dramatic entrance by deliberately throwing my hand up to intercept just barely too late.
David : "What...Kurt! Too bad, McKee! You came all the way from Chicago for the intercept, and missed!"
Me : "Doggone it! Doggone it! Shoot. Well I've got to catch a train back. See ya."
Update: David posted a much better blog entry about the event.