I swear to God. Even when I’m just sitting here by myself minding my own business I manage to get into trouble. I’m sitting here at a computer at the library when this guy rushes up behind me.
“GET UP!! GET UP!! GET OFF OF THIS COMPUTER!! THIS IS MY COMPUTER!!” he barks. He even snaps his fingers several times like I’m some dog he’s ordering to get off the couch.
“No it isn’t. This is MY computer,” I said.
“NO IT ISN’T!! IT’S MINE!! GET UP!!”
“DUDE!!” I said, glaring at him with looks that kill. “IF I HADN’T RESERVED THIS COMPUTER I WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO LOG ON IN THE FIRST PLACE!!”
“WELL WE’LL SEE ABOUT!!”
He turns and marches off to talk to the librarians at the front desk.
Shortly after he comes walking back towards me. And I’m glaring at him every step of the way.
“My apologies,” he said. He walks past me and sets up at the computer next to mine where he has his reservation.
“No problem,” I said.
I’m usually instantly appeased by an apology. Plus, he’s drunk. And I’ve been there. So what the hell.
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Acid Heroes 