her vile goblin daughter is leading this crowd

[timeripple]

For your entertainment: A Short Weekday-Afternoon Interlude

Our Scene: a STOPLIGHT, one warm weekday afternoon in May

Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):
SOME GUY: Some guy
ME: Me


SOME GUY: Hey. Hey!
ME: ...
SOME GUY: You hang out in Royce, in the afternoons
ME: ...
SOME GUY: I see you there! Like, Monday through Thursday.
ME: I never thought my superpower would turn out to be Inducing Crazed Babble in Strangers.
SOME GUY: I asked you where a building was one time. Like, four weeks ago. Remember?
ME: ... maybe?
SOME GUY: I have an incredible memory for useless information.
ME: ...
STOPLIGHT: *changes*
ME (sotto voce): It’s Monday, Wednesday, and Friday between 11:15 and noon, idiot. And it wasn’t a building. It was Royce 157. Which doesn’t exist.

Why is it that the only random guys who talk to me are COMPLETE FREAKS?! Ready, set, ponder the great mystery of our generation!

Comments

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

And it wasn’t a building. It was Royce 157. Which doesn’t exist.

*sporfles*

And I'm not sure if this is creepy or... yeah, scary. Why are you talking about buildings that aren't there? XD

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Technically, rooms that aren't there. ;)

[cadragongirl.livejournal.com]

thanks for brightening up the day. & i enjoy these little odd encounters because then you post & i laugh. ;) plus, at least you are meeting people. one must live vicariously through others when there are no other options. :D

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not sure a bizarre one-sided conversation counts as meeting people. But I'm glad it amuses you.