and i have to go to the bathroom. since i am in the corner, there is only one person i can ask to watch my stuff (i don't trust those SPU kids with my unattended stuff... just ask jens).
i'm gonna call this person colonel mustard. col mustard is a balding, overweight, late 50's, glasses, cliche professor kind of man. who finds no shame in burping after he's eaten.
ali sue:
excuse me, will you be here for a while.col mustard:
yeah i will be.ali sue:
can you just... i have to go to the bathroom. can you-col mustard:
have fun!--> at this point i'm hurriedly walking away, a little weirded out, a little embarrassed. i stop and turn around, thinking of how to explain that i didn't interrupt him to tell him i need to go to the bathroom.
ali sue:
can you keep an eye on my stuff while i'm gone?col mustard (wide-eyed and annoyed at this point):
uh yeah.-->now i'm really booking it out of there, feeling a little bit silly.
i come back from the bathroom, and to my surprise, col mustard has taken my request rather seriously. he's moved seats so that he's now sitting across the table from my stuff.
i sat down and said thank you, trying to relieve him of his duty, thinking he would go back to his spot.
he didn't. i'm still sitting across from him as i write this post.
awkward encounters make life so much more interesting.
