Monday, October 12, 2009

Hasslers, man

Don't be a hassler. That's not the kind of reputation you want haunting you. It was a horrible twist of fate that I ended up sitting next to you, so let's just try and make this as painless as possible. Is that fair? Coming late into this exam, it dawns on me why the seat next to you was the only one open. Everyone else could sense it. And by "it" i mean they knew you to be The Hassler Douche. My fellow classmates were smart enough to get here when other seats were available, and I envy them.
I blame you, Hassler Douche. It isn't necessary to attempt a newfound "bestie" status with the stranger sitting adjacent. I just woke up from a nap, I feel terrible, and unlike you, I probably am legitimately unprepared for this test. I don't need you cracking jokes in my direction about how hard this test will be to get me on your side. I will never be. Oh, you are a worthy foe, I'll give you that. I sense that you are going to be a challenge. Yeah, ok, I'm up to it. But just how far will I have to go to shut you down, or at the very least, shut you up? In a better world, I would stand, find a comfy spot on the floor, and continue with my test there. Free of Hassler Douche.

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