I got on the train this afternoon very tired after seeing way too many kids. I was feeling, for a change, humorless and grouchy. I slunk down in my chair, pulling out the MP3 player and Terry Pratchett novel, Interesting Times (This is the second time I refer this book to you, dear readers.) The Universe was floating right outside my window. I made my pouty face.
"Feeling perky again, Glo. My, my. How the sun pales in comparison to your perma-grin."
I slouched into my teen self. "Nothin' to smile about. Work sucked. Life sucks. You suck."
The Universe bounced along with a shrug. A guy sat in front of me. I gave a polite smile before returning to my book. A page later, I glanced up. The guy was still staring at me with a dopey look in his eyes.
I glared out the window at The Universe. "I hate you."
"This is funny," The Universe giggled. "I bet he's still doing that at the tunnel."
"I hate you," I reiterated.
"Witty, Glo. Every consider blogging?"
"I hate you," I repeated for effect.
At the tunnel, I glanced back. The guy was still smiling. He grew eager when I looked up. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, trying to ignore the now-guffawing Universe.
11 comments:
First! Ooh, can we ask here? Now? Just in case...
QFTU: Why do guys invariably have that dopey look in their eyes, especially when they're looking at a perceived-available female?
Asking the Universe a question seems sorta scary and I'm not sure I want the answer. Will it be more specific than the magic 8-ball?
Could you ask if he/she knows where the remote is for the TV in my bedroom? I understand that may be a misuse of resources, but it's important to me.
I have a question:
Dear Universe,
Did my informative letter get lost in the mail? Because I feel like I've gone through many events that warranted warnings. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't apart of some joke.
Also, dopey guy on bus, hilarious.
Dear Universe:
What is UP with this whole WRONG Noodle Guy thing? It's quite perturbing, you know - having the wrong guy at my favorite lunch spot flirting with me/nearly admitting to wanting to stalk me. And it seems to me that somehow you must be responsible. So fix it, already, eh?
Maybe The Universe was out to lunch.
Hi, I don't have time to read the post right now...maybe later, but thank you for pointing out to me my error of citing initials.
I am really sorry that I haven't been keeping up with my visiting people...well, you saw the post.
Later is here, I read it now.
Dear Universe...
What is going on with Father Time? He seems to be here when I don't need him and never around when I need him the most*.
And what is up with Kenny Roger's face?
*Like during tests...in the ACT's, I ran out of time on the writing after barely writing a page.
Hey Universe-
I hope you day is going well. I would like my day to go well as well. Well, I have a question, can I become hot like Glo? Of course without the bad part.
42. That's all I can say.
Dear Universe,
1) What Artguy said. Can I have some hot too please?
2) What are Saturday's winning lotto numbers? According to my horoscope this is the week to take a chance, but something like that is too important to leave to chance, don't you think? Come on. Give me the inside dope.
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