So, this professor was walking down a street.
You know, one of those streets that has stores a bit off the sidewalk.
It was a little town. I probably should have said that first.
Anyway, I was walking along (or down) a street when I ran into a fellow and a lady. They were around the same age, I think. And much younger than the professor.
(But everyone is younger than the professor. I’ll soon be…I forget. But it’s up there.)
Anyway for seconds, they stopped me. With words, of course.
“Where you going?” the lady asked.
I should stop calling her a lady about now.
The professor didn’t answer right away. And that’s the thing to do, when confronted.
This professor just stared at her (glancing at the fellow) and raised one eyebrow.
I’ve heard this subtle moment of mine inspires fear. I’m not sure if it’s true, but I think it is.
“I asked you a question!” she said.
“Yeah,” the fellow said, “answer her.”
“Well, to be honest,” this professor said, “I was actually not on my way to see either of you two.”
They seemed shocked, dismayed, and terribly angry.
The woman–who was smoking–threw her cigarette on the ground and stamped it angrily with her heel.
Once she was done, I repeated the motion (only I was more vicious, I think) just to prove to them that I could stamp harder.
After all, I’m a warrior.
They laughed at this.
“Your weird!” the woman said.
The fellow shook his head. “Definitely weird, dude.”
The professor moved on; I didn’t have time to keep on having speaks.
I looked back once, and saw that the duo had caught another fellow.
Maybe I should have been a bit fiercer, and messed up their operation for good.