I had this boring class back in university. Although generally all of them were like lullabies sans music, this particular class made everyone always deliberately came late because it was a lecture for two hour straight. My super smart professor tried hard to ask us questions but we didn’t even understand the subject.
What made every single minute after my professor said her question super awkward was her look. She looked at everyone of us, or at least the ones who were looking at her in the eyes at the moment, with a sincere, warm look. It was as if she knew we could answer her with complex explanation and difficult words. But we couldn’t. Or we didn’t care. We got back to our Sudoku and our Plants vs. Zombies.
One day, she caught my eyes and I couldn’t do anything else because I feel sorry for her. So I started to answer, stammering, bollocksing. She nodded and smile, maybe at my stupidity, but I felt good because I kind of helped her in a way.
I went to a Burger King to buy something to eat at home today. I had to wait for my friend so I sat in an empty seat with the take-away paper bags on the table. I heard two women talking behind me complaining about the lack of space and tables. After a while I decided to just take my bags and wait for my friend somewhere else. I turned to say that they could take my table, expected to see two desperate faces looking aroung the place. But both of them were impolitely staring at me and then at the table. At me then at my bags. Again and again. And then they started talking too loudly about how some people were just too careless and that tables were only for dining in.
I texted my friend to say that he didn’t need to hurry and that he should take his time.
