After Institute a few months ago, a guy named Jeremy came up to talk to me. Actually he was just coming to where the refreshments were. I had just shoved a cookie into my mouth and felt it was rude to try and talk. With my luck, the cookie crumbs would have gone all over had I no sense of decency.
I stifled a reply to indicate I couldn’t talk at the moment.
Without looking up, he asked “Going through rough times huh?”
What? Was he serious? I swallowed quickly. “What are you talking about? My life is always rough.”
He looked up. He was a bit concerned.
“Get over it,” I quickly said. “I was only jokeing.”
Posted by Michael at March 25, 2004 07:26 PM