Plus, I didn't want to be the guy who knows all about S&M.
Update!: Don Pablo's Debacle.
Remember how, awhile back, I ran into Plagiarism Girl at DP's while avoiding Nice Student at a different DP's? Well, today we avoided the Plagiarism Girl Don Pablo's, choosing instead to eat at Nice Student Don Pablo's, and we didn't see Nice Student there. Yay. No uncomfortable eye contact and small talk.
SO. Tonight we go to the grocery store. Nice Student is there, with whom I presume was Nice Student's Very Sexy Girlfriend. (Go Nice Student.) Nod, say hello, walk quickly past. So we get to the checkout, which has 20 different people mobbing the self-checkout with no other lanes open (a brilliant move, considering that with school starting back up, our town's population has approximately doubled in the last couple days). We get behind N.S. & N.S.'sVSG. Pretending like we don't know each other.
Someone gets the bright idea to open another checkout lane. Because we want to write a check, we want to go to this checkout lane, and thus follow N.S. & N.S.'sVSG over there. Still pretending like we don't know each other.
Phew. They're done checking out and they leave.
Get out to the parking lot. Turns out my car is parked nose to nose to N.S.'s car. We all load the groceries as if we're being shot at, ducking and heaving stuff into the backseat. Peel out.
Maybe I'll never see him again. It's either that or plastic surgery. At least I haven't run into Plagiarism Girl, but at least she has the decency to pretend not to recognize me.
Update!: Don Pablo's Debacle.
Remember how, awhile back, I ran into Plagiarism Girl at DP's while avoiding Nice Student at a different DP's? Well, today we avoided the Plagiarism Girl Don Pablo's, choosing instead to eat at Nice Student Don Pablo's, and we didn't see Nice Student there. Yay. No uncomfortable eye contact and small talk.
SO. Tonight we go to the grocery store. Nice Student is there, with whom I presume was Nice Student's Very Sexy Girlfriend. (Go Nice Student.) Nod, say hello, walk quickly past. So we get to the checkout, which has 20 different people mobbing the self-checkout with no other lanes open (a brilliant move, considering that with school starting back up, our town's population has approximately doubled in the last couple days). We get behind N.S. & N.S.'sVSG. Pretending like we don't know each other.
Someone gets the bright idea to open another checkout lane. Because we want to write a check, we want to go to this checkout lane, and thus follow N.S. & N.S.'sVSG over there. Still pretending like we don't know each other.
Phew. They're done checking out and they leave.
Get out to the parking lot. Turns out my car is parked nose to nose to N.S.'s car. We all load the groceries as if we're being shot at, ducking and heaving stuff into the backseat. Peel out.
Maybe I'll never see him again. It's either that or plastic surgery. At least I haven't run into Plagiarism Girl, but at least she has the decency to pretend not to recognize me.
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