Sexual Harassment compliments of Port Authority
It has been awhile.... I know. But being that this is the last day of Spring Break and I probably won't have a chance to update until Finals are over...here goes. Once again I have decided to stay in Pittsburgh to "study O.Chem" (atleast that's what I told my parents)....but so far it's been pretty cool. Much better than last year's spring break (shudder). Speaking of O.Chem..... no one will believe my bad luck. Remember Schafmeister? The soul-less German psycho that failed me first term? He's teaching again in the fall for O.Chem 2!! He's the ONLY O.Chem 2 teacher so it looks like I'm going to be screwed over again! I guess this summer I'll be preparing for the carnage.....because if I fail O.chem 2...i'll have to stay another year in college and that is NEVER going to happen.) Ahem, but onto more cheerful things......I spent an obscene amount of money on one shirt. I never really pegged myself as a clothes junkie, but this week has proven otherwise. I went to the Monroeville Mall with my roomate and her parents......it was all going well until I walked into Express. There, hanging on the rack, was something that will only be referred to as THE SHIRT....it called out to me, it really did. And it was also on sale.....$20 off the original price which brought the total to $45.00....for one shirt. Oh yes, did I mention I only had about 70 bucks in my bank account, intended to last until I get home in late April? Yeah, well I was obsessed and fully ready to fork over the money, but my friend's mother sternly told me not to. So I sulked, but then hatched a plan with my other friend to return a day later when Tara's parents were gone to take the bus back to Monroeville and get the shirt.....does that sound desperate? Yeah, well, I don't know what I was thinking.....
First of all, the bus ride back to Monroeville was a nightmare altogether. Yes, everyone knows I hate public transportation, since I lack then necessary balance to stand up on a bus without colliding into every passenger. Luckily, this time I grab a seat in the front next to my two friends. I'm squashed up next to this 40 year old guy whose apparently mentally retarded, he kept acting really wierd. But I figured he was harmless and minded my own business.......but 10 minutes into the ride, I feel something stroking my thigh. I thought it was my own imagination, and nearly flipped out when I saw the retarded guy with his hand on my thigh. I jumped like 10 ft out of my seat, and yelled "Cut it out!"....really loudly. Of course, this grabbed the attention of every single person on the bus, who turned to stare at me and the retarded guy like we were some fascinating circus duo. The retarded guy gives me a look like he doesn't know what I'm talking about, then continues to massage my thigh. I slap his hand away, and I'm getting so totally pissed off that my face is all flushed. My friends are on the other side of me and were trying to do something, while the rest of the bus just sat their on their butts and did nothing.....I'm trying to figure out when I should start throwing punches....I mean, I think there's something cardinally wrong with hitting a retarded person, but still a creep is a creep. I wasn't going to endure a 45 minute ride getting felt up, but before I could do anything, this big guy sitting across from me offered to trade seats.
I took him up on his offer and sat gratefully away from retarded guy. It was so embarassing though. One guy was trying really hard not to laugh at me, but apparently took one look at my mortified face and dissolved into giggles. These three old women just kept staring at me throughout the ENTIRE ride, and I felt like saying "Take a picture, it'll last longer!!!" I found out at the end of the ride that the retarded guy was a regular bus rider and everyone knew him. As everyone left the bus, they said "Bye Mike." I don't even know what to make of the experience. Sheesh, it was just so gross.
Anyway, 2 midterms tomorrow and seeing as how those losers at Novum can't appreciate a good arm when they see one, I'm not going to be making 700 bucks. Damn. Looks like I"ll have to work this summer (Nina sobs into the night).
Quote of the Week: "I love wearing stupid, impractical clothing and doing inane activities with my girlfriend. I'm just that sort of guy." Sousuke Sagara from Full Metal Panic. (sigh).
First of all, the bus ride back to Monroeville was a nightmare altogether. Yes, everyone knows I hate public transportation, since I lack then necessary balance to stand up on a bus without colliding into every passenger. Luckily, this time I grab a seat in the front next to my two friends. I'm squashed up next to this 40 year old guy whose apparently mentally retarded, he kept acting really wierd. But I figured he was harmless and minded my own business.......but 10 minutes into the ride, I feel something stroking my thigh. I thought it was my own imagination, and nearly flipped out when I saw the retarded guy with his hand on my thigh. I jumped like 10 ft out of my seat, and yelled "Cut it out!"....really loudly. Of course, this grabbed the attention of every single person on the bus, who turned to stare at me and the retarded guy like we were some fascinating circus duo. The retarded guy gives me a look like he doesn't know what I'm talking about, then continues to massage my thigh. I slap his hand away, and I'm getting so totally pissed off that my face is all flushed. My friends are on the other side of me and were trying to do something, while the rest of the bus just sat their on their butts and did nothing.....I'm trying to figure out when I should start throwing punches....I mean, I think there's something cardinally wrong with hitting a retarded person, but still a creep is a creep. I wasn't going to endure a 45 minute ride getting felt up, but before I could do anything, this big guy sitting across from me offered to trade seats.
I took him up on his offer and sat gratefully away from retarded guy. It was so embarassing though. One guy was trying really hard not to laugh at me, but apparently took one look at my mortified face and dissolved into giggles. These three old women just kept staring at me throughout the ENTIRE ride, and I felt like saying "Take a picture, it'll last longer!!!" I found out at the end of the ride that the retarded guy was a regular bus rider and everyone knew him. As everyone left the bus, they said "Bye Mike." I don't even know what to make of the experience. Sheesh, it was just so gross.
Anyway, 2 midterms tomorrow and seeing as how those losers at Novum can't appreciate a good arm when they see one, I'm not going to be making 700 bucks. Damn. Looks like I"ll have to work this summer (Nina sobs into the night).
Quote of the Week: "I love wearing stupid, impractical clothing and doing inane activities with my girlfriend. I'm just that sort of guy." Sousuke Sagara from Full Metal Panic. (sigh).
