(During the last two minutes of the day, as Gerald takes his do-rag and snaps it in the air like a wet towel)
Monique (laughing): Do it again!
Gerald (as he obliges): Why are you laughing?
Monique: I don't know! I want to learn that!
Me (watching enthralled as the do-rag cracks in the air): Geez, Gerald. That's pretty good. Notice, however, the very wide clearance we've given you.
Gerald: Oh yeah. Don't worry. I practice a lot.
Me: I believe it. Nevertheless, I think we'll all stand back a ways . . .
Monique (still laughing): Man, I want to try that!
Gerald (as he coaches her on the proper technique): And then you snap your arm back like that.
Monique (as her attempt results in a mere rustle of nylon in the air): I need to practice, I guess.
Me (as Gerald now displays variations--snapping it ceiling-ward and floor-ward alternately): So this needs a name. What do you call it?
James: Do-rag whipping.
Me: That's pretty good.
Gerald (thinking for a second): Do-rag ninja.
Me (et al., laughing in agreement): That's perfect!
Monique: Now you need to do this on YouTube!
Darren: Hey! You should include this on your resume!
Me (head in hands as others enthusiastically agree): Oy. Perhaps not. We'll see . . .