Lunch time comes so I untangle myself from the aging Dells and iMacs which clutter my cramped, shitty-ass little cubicle, and I get the hell out of Dodge for a brief respite and something thoroughly disgusting to eat.
I head over to the Student Union, naturally falling in step behind a gorgeous brunette with one serious case of the badonkadonk. Once there I make my way to the food court, locate the shortest line. Taco Bell was the winner. Some twat with a neckbeard (I swear, it was like a ****in' neckbeard convention today) takes my order, and so I reach into my back pocket and withdraw... an iPod. WTF!?
To be fair I house my iPod in a leather case and it does kinda sorta look like a wallet, and I am kinda sorta half dead in the morning, but still. Jesus Christ. I pulled my stupid iPod out, opened the leather case, and stared blankly at the screen for a full thirty seconds. I felt like the biggest dork in the world.
That was until I started back to the EDCI building and saw a guy take a tumble down some concrete stairs. He grabbed his girlfriend and brought her down right along with him. Hah. Somebody ain't getting laid tonight.