"Marco" Mark Cohen shouted in the middle of a crowded department store. "Polo" He heard one of his companions shout from ,what
sounded like his left. Mark took a few steps toward his left with his hands out, praying to god he didn't run into anyone. Collins and Roger had
blinfolded him and made him play a ridculous game of Marco Polo in the middle of JCPenny's. Meanwhile, Roger and Collins snickered and
timed how long it would take them to get kicked out. They had a bet going, Collins said 5 minutes, Roger said 10, the winner would win a
cool $50. "Marco!" Mark shouted once more. "Polo" Collins replied trying to a stiffle a laugh, Mark had just run into a little old lady. "I'm so
sorry. Are you ok?" Mark asked apologiticly. The lady looked at Mark for a minute then proceeded to smack him with her heavy bag. Roger
and Collins began to laugh hysterically, this was priceless, where was Mark's camera when they needed it? Once the lady was out of sight
Mark went looking for Roger and Collins, he found them in a corner laughing like hyennas. He started to toward them emabarrased and
pissed off. "I hate you,you assholes." He said once he reached them. Roger and Collins were still reeling from what had just happened. "Aw
come on Mark, lighten up. You have to admit that was pretty funny." Roger offered his best friend.
"For you, that hurt! Old ladies have heavy bags you know. Come on let's go." Mark said heading for the exit. He wanted to get out of
there as fast as he possibly could. Roger and Collins trailed shortly behind.
