Nighttime Adventures in Chicago: Featuring "Athletic Shirt Man"
Me: *enters pizza place with friends around 11 pm*
Me: *orders a slice of pepperoni and a large, delicious looking brownie*
Me: *goes to waiting area to wait for food and looks at the ingredients on the back of the brownie*
Enter Athletic Shirt Man, and older gentleman who is also waiting for his food.
Athletic Shirt Man: *in a very sassy and rude tone* You're not going to /eat/ that are you? *indicates the brownie*
Me: *confused?* Uh yeah, why? Is there something wrong with it?
Athletic Shirt Man: *scoffs and gives me a look then looks away*
Athletic Shirt Man: *continues to glance at me and give me strange and off-putting looks*
This continued for several minutes while tensions rose until he finally got his food, and with one last look, left the building.
I swear we were about to start a brawl or something. I don't even know. I'm glad he left when he did. And that brownie was awesome, so screw you, Athletic Shirt Man.
All moved in to my dorm. It’s big, beautiful, and perfect. I’m properly in love.
So here I am
I’m just trying to have a nice last moment with my car before I move to Chicago tomorrow.
I say goodbye. I give Black Magic a pat. I shut her off.
And then I pull the ipod cord out of the radio
…..and the entire radio comes off.
Packed all my clothes; now having one last look at the nerd shelf.