I was headed to his office. He'd just entered mine and stole a miniature screwdriver set I'd received as a gift a few months ago for participating in a college fair.
He picks it up off the floor next to the shelf, where it'd been resting for quite a long while. Eying it closely,
"You use this?"
"Yeah I use it," I reply, as he starts to walk towards the door, "I was just--taking apart---that----power strip over there."
"Sure."
"Dude," I say, "if you're going to take that I want compensation! Something in return."
He smiles over his shoulder and begins to walk away down the hall.
"I want adequate compensation, so you start thinking," I say.
A few moments pass, and with manufactured enthusiasm he says,
"Thanks man!"
"Hey, I told you!"
I head to his office. I enter to find him seated and huddled over a small filing cabinet, playing with his eyeglasses and the tool set. Just as I enter I hear,
"-it'll be a good night for you guys."
He wasn't on the phone, never uses speaker.
"Who you talking to?" I ask.
"Whomever," he says, and I stare at his tool set.
"Is there something you should be telling me?"
"Nope."
No Back Seat, No Problem
Smoke break conversation with a colleague after I'd recently purchased a new car.
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"My dad can fit in the driver's seat, has head room and everything," I say.
"That's nice," he replies.
"Yeah," I continue, "though the back seat is a little tight."
Just then, a female student exits the behind, as my colleague says,
"You're not going to have people in the back seat all that often."
Intrinsically, we both think the same thing, and sense that we're thinking the same thing: how that little phrase, being the only part of the conversation the student heard, may have sounded awkward.
We look at each other.
"I do have my own place."
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"My dad can fit in the driver's seat, has head room and everything," I say.
"That's nice," he replies.
"Yeah," I continue, "though the back seat is a little tight."
Just then, a female student exits the behind, as my colleague says,
"You're not going to have people in the back seat all that often."
Intrinsically, we both think the same thing, and sense that we're thinking the same thing: how that little phrase, being the only part of the conversation the student heard, may have sounded awkward.
We look at each other.
"I do have my own place."
International Application
Me: Do you remember that student whose mother you were emailing back and forth with?
Her: Yes.
Me: Do you remember his mother's name? He filled out an international application so I don't have any of that information.
Her: He's an international student?
Me: No, he's stupid.
Her: Yes.
Me: Do you remember his mother's name? He filled out an international application so I don't have any of that information.
Her: He's an international student?
Me: No, he's stupid.
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