I Am Super Anti-Social
Sep. 1st, 2006 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlOr I'd rather be a hermit.
Dude at bus stop: How're you doing?
Me, glancing up from book: Good, good.
Dude: Going to Bumbershoot tonight?
Me: No, I actually have to work a bit tonight.
Dude: Oh, what do you do?
Me, thinking: Jeeeeez, leave me alone! Can you not see I'm trying to read here?
Me: Oh, I work part time at an apartment place.
Dude: Interesting. You have to work evening hours?
Me, thinking: Come on, guy, book. Me. Me want to read book.
And then I realized how incredibly anti-social it was to keep trying to read, so I chatted instead. Nice fellow. I escaped from him once we boarded the Tube of Doom known as the #8.
Dude at bus stop: How're you doing?
Me, glancing up from book: Good, good.
Dude: Going to Bumbershoot tonight?
Me: No, I actually have to work a bit tonight.
Dude: Oh, what do you do?
Me, thinking: Jeeeeez, leave me alone! Can you not see I'm trying to read here?
Me: Oh, I work part time at an apartment place.
Dude: Interesting. You have to work evening hours?
Me, thinking: Come on, guy, book. Me. Me want to read book.
And then I realized how incredibly anti-social it was to keep trying to read, so I chatted instead. Nice fellow. I escaped from him once we boarded the Tube of Doom known as the #8.
