The Future Leaders of America…or Budweiser
It is the place you will spot your next boss (maybe) and the second home of all the future Bill Gates, Donald Trump’s and Steve Jobs, et cetera. It is also the place I spend most of my free time during the week-sitting on my favorite grimey bench on the second floor. Guess the place yet? On a particulary busy Thursday night, there I sat, people watching/"studying." A multitude of students walked by, most holding some kind of coffee thermos in their hand and looking dreadfully tired. Most everyone was sporting a pair of Sperry Top Sider shoes (Not going to lie..I own three pairs) and wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. Why, there is no doubting this is UT! I intersected bits and pieces of conversations, mostly dealing with excited chatter for Thurday evening or a few, “Man, I SO bombed that test!” groans. However, as I looked up to rest my eyes from my ever-so-interesting Spanish book, one sad looking girl walked by sniffling and sneezing up a storm whist chatting on her cell phone. She was walking very slowly and looked really sick, I felt just terrible for her. Then she uttered some of the most profound words, that I would have guessed to have been on a saturday Night Live Skit, to whomever with she was angry on the other end of that phone…
Girl: (sounding like talking in a bubble and YELLING) “I know I’m sick but it is so NOT OKAY that you spiked my gatorade!”
Phone Guy: Guessing he asked, “Well, don’t you feel better?”
Girl: “No I don’t feel better! You spiked my gatorade!” (Then she walked outside and let the door slam behind her.)
Ahhhh, such a loving and heartfelt conversation. I do hope that girl feels better, and If I ever take a sip of Gatorade with a a funky aftertaste..I will know the culprit.
Today I salute you Mr. Gatorade Spiker Guy! You single-handedly pissed off your girlfriend...nothing hotter than an angry, and possibly drunk, sick girl.
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