So I have a pocket in my backpack that is an unzippered pocket where I keep my phone so I can just casually reach over and grab it without looking or whatnot...
Tangent: I'm probably an idiot for keeping my phone and keys and wallet in an unzippered pocket. But I'm probably an idiot for a lot of reasons.
Anyway, so after class one day, I was standing at the bus stop, with Will, who likes Zac Efron a lot, discussing how much more BA Malfoy is than Ron and I was trying to get my phone.
So I reach back behind my backpack to find the opening to the pocket of my phone pocket and dig around and I feel this solid, warm object that really confuses me. I keep feeling it because I'm like, "What is this hard, warm, solid thing?" This goes on for a while before. LIGHTBULB! Maybe I should turn around and look at it...
So I turn around, and of course. It's a boy. Of course. Of course for about forty five seconds I have been stroking a strange man behind me at a bus stop. Of course it's a human being, who at this moment, has this incredulous look on his face.
We make eye contact, of course he asks...
"Uh...What are you doing?"
"Looking for my phone!"
"...In...my...shirt?"
......
I literally have no response. Luckily he goes away.
In retrospect, he let me pet him for quite a while before asking what was up so he's the weirdo. Hmph.
Also, I accidentally carried shorts on my backpack from my dorm room to the dining hall. Somehow they were balanced on my backpack all the way to the dining hall.
Once I entered, I hear "EXCUSE ME, THESE ARE YOURS." And this very attractive young gentleman hands me my shorts. My first reaction, of course, is "WHOA!!! HOW DID YOU GET MY SHORTS WEIRDO?!?!"
That poor boy never stood a chance.
Come to think of it, neither do I.
C'est la vie.
I hate you, backpack.
