We just completed hell weekend. All in all, it wasn't too bad considering the presentation requirements were akin to what they were in second year, and I work a lot faster than I used to. Still, I only got a couple hours of sleep every night so obviously by the time Saturday morning rolled around, I really needed some help from a wonderful substance called caffeine.
I went to a 7-eleven on the way to studio and got one of those coffee coolatta things and walked very slowly and tiredly towards studio, sipping at my precious frozen coffee when I saw a group of boisterous people walking towards me. A man and a woman led the pack holding hands. Seeing them coming I tried to dodge left, except they went left. Then I tried to dodge right and they went right. With no other option as they were right upon me, I attempted to go down the middle expecting them to break their hold...except that they didn't and basically wrapped themselves around me.
Then I thought, "What the hell?" and turned to look at these insane drunk people. And what do I see but the guy drinking my coffee through my straw! He proceeded to go, "MMMM," and babbled something in Danish to which I just shook my head and looked offended. His girlfried then went, "No, you didn't. Ugh! Unskuld!" (Unskuld means sorry in Danish) and then they continued on their way.
By then I was most agitated and stared at my coolatta in consternation. What to do? Strange drunk man just drank some of my $4 coffee. So I went to studio, told everyone all about what happened and then threw out the straw. I bought the damn coffee and I'm damn well going to drink it!
I hate drunkards.
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