Thursday, March 25, 2010
I was also reading a great book at the same time, 'The Perks of Being A WallFlower' by Stephen Chbosky, so I was pretty focused on that.
All the while, my jacket was on the back of my chair.
When I was finished and was getting up to leave, I put my jacket on, zipped it up, and put my hands in my pockets.
Except...something was in there.
I pulled my hand back out, and someone had placed an empty 'Twix' candy bar wrapper in my jacket pocket!
Ok, as much as I would have LOVED to have been the one to devour that delicious chocolate bar, I didn't.
So clearly, someone thought it would be really cute to put garbage in my pocket as I was sitting there. How rude!
And I didn't even realize it! I must've been so into that book that I wasn't paying attention.
It's a good thing I didn't leave my phone or wallet in my jacket pocket while I was having lunch!
What is wrong with people?
I mean, this wasn't really a big deal. Someone was being stupid, but nobody got hurt here.
However, This incident reminds me of a time many, many years ago when I was in elementary school. I was in 5th grade.
We had all filed into the gymnasium for a school assembly. We had to sit indian-style on the floor, with the kindergarteners in the front and the big 6th graders in the back.
I was sitting there in the last line of the 5th grade row, with the 6th graders right behind me.
All of a sudden, I felt this tug on the back of my pants, as if someone was pulling on my belt loop. Weird...but I didn't turn around or do anything.
Later, after the assembly, I realized that whoever was behind me had cut my belt loop! With a knife or something equally sharp!
I was so sad. Those were my favorite pants!!! I actually cried because my favorite jeans were ruined!!
I don't know what made me angrier: The fact that someone had the nerve to cut my belt loop, or the fact that I was too chicken to turn around and say anything while it was happening.
If it happened today, things would be MUCH different, as I would probably beat his ass!
My mom did ask me about my jeans when she was doing laundry. I didn't tell her the truth because I KNEW she would've called the school immediately and opened up a can of WHOOP-ASS on my principal!
Look...I have no idea why the Twix incident brought up this memory, but it did.
The difference here is that in elementary school, kids do things that they shouldn't but we chalk it up to 'being a child.' From what happened yesterday, that is just plain immaturity and stupidity!
At least they could've put the Twix wrapper in my pocket with one of the bars still uneaten...as a gift for me! I mean...that would be the polite thing to do, right?