Well. I was going from Orchestra to Division, and this guy almost ran me over. He almost missed my foot, but I forgave him. I'm used to teens almost killing other students in their wild attempts to escape their pals. I continued on my way, paid no attention to the guys who were yelling at the first guy (who was probably halfway down the hallway by then) and noticed a sad, destroyed cupcake on the floor.
I thought. "Awww, poor wasted cupcake." Then went on. Before I had gone 15 feet from the scene of cakeslaughter, I saw, felt, and heard (all at the same time) something soft and crumbly hit the back left quadrant of my head and fly past my face.
I had been hit by a cupcake.
It took a second or two for it to register. One of the guys I paid no mind to apparently threw the cupcake. As I say, "I don't know if they threw it at me, or if they had sucky aim." I don't think they purposely flung a cupcake at me; I didn't know them (that, and the fact that they were saying, "Aw, man, you hit somebody!"). But I can't be sure. There are tons of jerks in the world, and guys make up a good part of that population.
I didn't care too much about getting hit; there was some typical-of-a-teenager-shocked-turning-around-to-face-the-offender action, but other than that, I went on my way, thinking that I could just brush off the crumbs once I got to division.
Chocolate frosting. On my hood, my hair, the sleeves of my sweater. I smelled like cupcake. Those idiots. My sweater still has dried chocolate frosting on it since laundry has yet to be done.
*Sigh*
I thought. "Awww, poor wasted cupcake." Then went on. Before I had gone 15 feet from the scene of cakeslaughter, I saw, felt, and heard (all at the same time) something soft and crumbly hit the back left quadrant of my head and fly past my face.
I had been hit by a cupcake.
It took a second or two for it to register. One of the guys I paid no mind to apparently threw the cupcake. As I say, "I don't know if they threw it at me, or if they had sucky aim." I don't think they purposely flung a cupcake at me; I didn't know them (that, and the fact that they were saying, "Aw, man, you hit somebody!"). But I can't be sure. There are tons of jerks in the world, and guys make up a good part of that population.
I didn't care too much about getting hit; there was some typical-of-a-teenager-shocked-turning-around-to-face-the-offender action, but other than that, I went on my way, thinking that I could just brush off the crumbs once I got to division.
Chocolate frosting. On my hood, my hair, the sleeves of my sweater. I smelled like cupcake. Those idiots. My sweater still has dried chocolate frosting on it since laundry has yet to be done.
*Sigh*
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