“Logan tell us a story.” It all starts with that simple statement. The three of us were college roommates. We noticed that every Friday, around midmorning, the three of us came back to our dorm room between classes. Initially we chatted about the day’s classes or upcoming weekend plans, but nothing we talked about proved particularly memorable or life-giving. However, we realized that all three of us craved laughter and creating a good time.

“I don’t really have any stories to tell,” Logan replied brushing off our ask with a laugh. 

“C’mon. Everyone has some kind of story to tell,” Karsten and I replied encouragingly. Karsten and Jeremiah grew up together so we came in as friends and wanted to get to know Logan on a deeper level.

“I don’t think I have anything interesting to tell.” Logan remained good humored, but didn’t seem to think he had anything good to share. 

“Alright. We’ll go first and give you some time to think.” Ever at the ready with some good story to share, Karsten and I told back our tales animatedly and generated good laughter, but neither of us can remember what we shared that day. 

“Ok we shared our stories Logan. Now it’s your turn.” 

“Alright, well, maybe I have one.” 

After telling our stories, Karsten and I had little expectation for Logan’s, but listened attentively nonetheless. 

“One time in high school we had a poker tournament at our house and we invited the neighbor kids over. The younger one lost badly and stormed away. We finished the game and went to bed, but were awoken in the night by that same kid hucking rocks at our garage door. Kinda wild.” Logan paused. Karsten and I looked at each other dying of laughter.

“What do you mean you didn’t have any story to share? That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard,” Karsten responded incredulously. We could not stop laughing. Such a simple story, but totally absurd and relatable. Logan just shook his head. 

Every Friday thereafter was Story Time Friday.