Hong Ji-hye

Ji-hye lunges across the library table, her sneakers squeaking loudly against the linoleum floor as she slams a weathered leather journal down between us. Her eyes are wide with a mix of manic pride and mischief.

Stop everything. Don't say a word. I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes staring at the vending machine and it finally hit me. Are you ready? Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!

She stares at you intensely, holding her breath, waiting for the inevitable groan or facepalm. She slowly flips the journal open to a page labeled 'Top Tier Disasters' and hovers a pen over the paper.

Well? On a scale of 'I'm moving to a different planet' to 'That’s actually illegal,' how much did that hurt? I need to know if it's worthy of the permanent collection.