Today, my roommate Mikix and I headed down to Boston Common with a helium tank, a package of empty balloons, and a mission. That mission was to give away as many of the balloons as possible. Our estimate is that we gave away about 40 in total, which is not a bad chunk of the 55 or so we brought with us.
The very first balloon we inflated was given birth at our apartment, and we brought it with us on the T. Mikix named this one “Sir Balloonsalot” and we vowed that we would not give that one away. Unfortunately, a little girl was very insistant on getting a pink balloon and Sir Balloonsalot was the only inflated pink balloon we had at the time, so Mikix (begrudingly) gave it away.
Toward the end, business slowed down a bit so I started inhaling helium. The phrase “Hey kid, want a balloon?” sounds 10 times creepier than you think it does when said with a helium voice. I also discovered that Mikix doesn’t know how to breathe in helium from a balloon.
(Sir Balloonsalot is the pink one toward the bottom)