You may or may not remember this little gem.
Well, I’ve done it again.
I’m sitting on a bench in the hallway studying before my next class. The girl sitting next to me has her bag open between us, her books and folders falling everywhere and onto my legs.
So she says,
“I’m sorry if my bag is like, hitting you.”
and I say…
“No worries, I don’t mind being hit a little.”
I dont know why I said that. I did not mean it the way it sounded.
Ugh. Why am I so creepy sometimes?