in our killer class today, we were sitting around in our group and parcelling out the massive amount of work we still have left to do until this is all over. suddenly i looked over and saw that c was writing with one of my good pens.*
moi: YOU! you have one of my good pens! you know you're not allowed to use my good pens! you can only use floor pens! what are you doing?
c: …but it feels so goooooood!
everyone erupted in laughter though c most certainly did not mean it in that way.
moi (after the laughter died down a bit): yes, it does have a very smooth tip, don't it?
new laughter. man, it sure felt good to guffaw at stupid stuff.
*there's a story in this: people are always borrowing my pens. always. and then they hardly ever return them. because i have two pens that i LOVE and do not want to lose, i have started to pick up random floor pens, keeping them as spares. people are allowed to borrow my floor pens. they are not allowed to borrow my good pens. you wanna borrow a pen? them's the rules.