Throwing 'bows
He waved at me everyday, like some kind of idiot, as we passed each other on the breezeway. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me, but he was one of the obnoxious types who truly thinks he’s being funny when people laugh as the shreds of his dignity are torn by his antics.
So.
He waved to me.
And sometimes I laughed; sometimes I ignored him; sometimes I quirked an eyebrow, but I never said a word.
And one day he wasn’t there.
The next day, as he looked for me among the students, I rushed forward, popped out from behind a pole and elbowed him hard in the gut.
He sat on his ass, hard, coughing and choking and I just walked away, smirking.
It was so worth it.
So.
He waved to me.
And sometimes I laughed; sometimes I ignored him; sometimes I quirked an eyebrow, but I never said a word.
And one day he wasn’t there.
The next day, as he looked for me among the students, I rushed forward, popped out from behind a pole and elbowed him hard in the gut.
He sat on his ass, hard, coughing and choking and I just walked away, smirking.
It was so worth it.
