geebs | We're combing up sars

So you're chatting up a couple of cuties at the bar, and it becomes increasingly clear you're gonna get the three. But the roomie's in, so you text him ahead of time to say you were heading back home for the three with a couple of hotties. Unfortunately, he can't get away in time and has to hide. Of the places to hide, why would he hide in your room? That's the last place one should hide, as the action is most likely heading in that direction and that would totally ruin the situation! It does not make sense!

Also non-sensical: you're part of a food court, and they collectively start serving lunch at 11. Why wouldn't you be like the other places and start getting things ready like half an hour beforehand instead of being all, "Sorry, we're not ready yet!" Everyone else around you is ready, do you not know how to do business?! Frickin' amateurs!

A-hole moment of the day: as I was walking back from getting my food, I see this guy like sitting down and smirking at me. I was thinking, "What the hell is this guy's frakkin' problem?" Then I realized he was in a wheelchair and was some sort of handicapped person. Oops, I'm a jack-ass!

Boy, was that a boring story. What I should've said was I had a meet cute at the food court with this hot little snowflake with her brown hair done in a cute bob cut and a nice rack under her baby-T. We had both reached for the same package of spicy tuna rolls and had a laugh as we both offered it to the other then both simultaneously went for it again. Being the gentleman that I am, I finally let her have it, and after picking up my own package of sushi, I went to stand in the Mexican line for some nachos. She was all, "sushi and nachos?!" expecting me to say I was buying it for someone else, but I went into my diatribe on how they're two tastes that go together.

She was skeptical at first, but I had a few minutes so I sat down with her to convince her that it works. I offered her some of my nachos and she ate a roll then had a cheese covered nacho chip and was all, "Okay, mebbe it works." So we're hitting it off, when I see this guy over on the next table like giving me the stink eye and smirking at me. And it seemed like he would just not let up with the creepy staring, so I'm all, "What's your frickin' problem, man?"

To me embarassment, I realized he was in a wheelchair and he was some sort of handicapped person. I tried to cover, but it was too late, the damage had been done and the cute brunette had noticeably cooled towards me. And it wasn't just her, a couple of other people around looked at me disapprovingly for screaming at a poor cripple person. Owel, what can you do?