Foolishness

I often times forget that my college is actually just one of dozens that make up one of the largest universities in the country. I neglected to take that into consideration the other afternoon when I took what was meant to be a leisurely, yet quick, trip to the university book store in the hopes of picking up some light reading for one of my classes. A class whose title alone might bore you to the point of pulling out your eyeballs, so for now, it's irrelevant. So anywho, it was enlightening, wedging my way past the hoards of undergrads who'd gathered together, all unbathed, ready and eager to invest their parents savings on books they'd never need to open. Making a bee line to my text, I snatched it up and was in the longest line of my life within 6 minutes of entering the thunderdome. With 20 students in front of me and an ever growing number lining up behind, I avoided any form of eye contact by fidgeting around with the clearance books that had been piled up on a a table, like apples in the produce section of the food city near my house. The guy behind me was a little more eager than I was and without warning I saw the man grab for a book that was most definitely toward the bottom of the massive heap causing the entire stock to come tumbling down at his feet. Trying to be a polite and kind individual I turned my back to him. Hearing the constant and seemingly endless "plop "plop" plop" "plop" of each and ever book on the table hit the ground behind me I cringed as everyone in the store turned to stare and mock the poor schmuck. Not wanting to add to his humiliation I looked around the sore rather than turning and gawking at him, and I noticed that the entire establishment seemed to have simultaneously stopped all business to look in out direction. I felt so bad for this poor kid and decided I couldn't in good conscious leave him to the eyes of wolves to pick up what must have been at least 60 books to clean up. So I turned, ready to sacrifice my own self comfort to come to his aid. As I came around however, expecting to see him at my feet gathering up his humility, I was shocked to see him standing, staring directly, at me.... he might as well have a had a huge neon sign pointing at me, suggesting that I had been the one who caused the avalanche. Our eyes met, I glanced around the store, realizing that the hundreds of spectators were judging my grace and not even wavering at his. I had intentions to help this mother fucker save a sliver of his dignity and all I got in return was the full burden of the blame!! I looked back at my nemesis, held his gaze for a few seconds, both of us aware of this betrayal of my humanity and with just one word I began and ended our sick relationship...."Seriously?". Set my book down, and walked out. I hate law school.