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Apr. 27th, 2002 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beandelphikiGrrr. People can be so rude.
The coffee machine is our school is fucked up. The little door that's supposed to close when the coffee is being made now opens as it's being made, and closes when it's done. So here I am trying to pry the this damn dinky door open to get to my bought-and-payed-for coffee, and it's resisting me all the way. *struggles*
I get the coffee out, and of course it's in one of those really thin paper cups, and it's HOT. There's a girl waiting in line behind me for coffee, so I get the hell out of her way. I take my liquid buzz to the nearest table, which just happens to have a couple of these blonde cheerleader-types sitting at it. I ignore them, putting the lid on my coffee. They just stare at me.
"I'm just here for a second," I tell them. "Just putting the lid on my coffee, then I'm gone."
Stare.
Little gastric noise of disgust.
SHEESH!
The coffee machine is our school is fucked up. The little door that's supposed to close when the coffee is being made now opens as it's being made, and closes when it's done. So here I am trying to pry the this damn dinky door open to get to my bought-and-payed-for coffee, and it's resisting me all the way. *struggles*
I get the coffee out, and of course it's in one of those really thin paper cups, and it's HOT. There's a girl waiting in line behind me for coffee, so I get the hell out of her way. I take my liquid buzz to the nearest table, which just happens to have a couple of these blonde cheerleader-types sitting at it. I ignore them, putting the lid on my coffee. They just stare at me.
"I'm just here for a second," I tell them. "Just putting the lid on my coffee, then I'm gone."
Stare.
Little gastric noise of disgust.
SHEESH!
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Date: 2002-04-27 02:55 pm (UTC)