Gone for the Night
Just another day at the Library. Study, study, study, Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks! The person on my left? Sleeping... The person on my right? Snoring... The person in front of me? Clickiting-clakiting pictures of me. Girlfriend stranger, what are you doing? You don't know my life! Unless you are trying to capture this guy's sleep drool, I am not sure why you are clicking away. She chick-chicked and walked away. HEY come back where are you going?! Will I be on some newspaper? Is this for a photography class? That picture better be on a newspaper somewhere, how else will my American wife-husband find me? Yes, they will find me on a newspaper, because my future babe is intelligent. My friend called. She told me I left the country, and everyone else is getting married. Ugh, girls. Having brains is a good thing. Life is not better with fewer brain cells. Marriage, kids, bills, and responsibilities will not leave once they arrive, choose your time wisely.
There is this guy who works at the front desk at the library (no need to panic - I will not marry him. I rarely see him reading a newspaper). whom I asked a few weeks ago about where I could find the International Student office. Today I wanted to know where the nearest Starbucks on campus was. With a sly smile he said "the one right across from this room." I laugh, he laughs, we both laugh. I leave. ANYWAYS. I go home late that night and realize that I forgot my iTouch. OH NO, how to live without music? Silence is lonely. Someone probably took it and I will never get it back.
I went back the next morning, I found the same non-newspaper-reading guy, smiled at him and went looking for my iTouch. I couldn't find it. Super sad face. Should I ask the front desk? Yes, I think I should. As I approached the desk again I could see him watch me walk over, he probably thinks I have another coffee-related question to ask. I was wrong. Because as soon as I approached he said "Did you by chance forget your iPod last night?" I was in shock "How did you know? Yes!" he replied, "Before I left last night I found it, and I knew you were the last person sitting there." What a stalker, I remember thinking. But instead I thanked him a lot for keeping it. How nice of him, he could have kept it to himself and not said anything. It wasn't like I would have asked to see security footage. It did not have a pass-code, either. Plus, he would have been ultra cultured with my rad mix of Arabic playlists. Some people are just nice though, and I am totally grateful of that.
There is this guy who works at the front desk at the library (no need to panic - I will not marry him. I rarely see him reading a newspaper). whom I asked a few weeks ago about where I could find the International Student office. Today I wanted to know where the nearest Starbucks on campus was. With a sly smile he said "the one right across from this room." I laugh, he laughs, we both laugh. I leave. ANYWAYS. I go home late that night and realize that I forgot my iTouch. OH NO, how to live without music? Silence is lonely. Someone probably took it and I will never get it back.
I went back the next morning, I found the same non-newspaper-reading guy, smiled at him and went looking for my iTouch. I couldn't find it. Super sad face. Should I ask the front desk? Yes, I think I should. As I approached the desk again I could see him watch me walk over, he probably thinks I have another coffee-related question to ask. I was wrong. Because as soon as I approached he said "Did you by chance forget your iPod last night?" I was in shock "How did you know? Yes!" he replied, "Before I left last night I found it, and I knew you were the last person sitting there." What a stalker, I remember thinking. But instead I thanked him a lot for keeping it. How nice of him, he could have kept it to himself and not said anything. It wasn't like I would have asked to see security footage. It did not have a pass-code, either. Plus, he would have been ultra cultured with my rad mix of Arabic playlists. Some people are just nice though, and I am totally grateful of that.
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