I saw the two true faces of humanity.
As per the stereotype of a student I was, all academic work was left right to the last minute, and then only the minimum required for a pass done.

It was the day before submission, and I had treated the whole term with the contempt I thought it deserved. I went to the library, by now approaching a serious state of panic, and went to the bookshelves I needed. I found the book I needed, and flipped to the relevant pages, walking between the shelves back to my desk, reading the passage I'd found.

Someone had left the step in the middle of the floor, at the end of the shelves, and it was against this I stacked it fully, exploding into the main area in full cartoon-style, just as two pretty (of course) girls were approaching.

"OH!" gasped one in horror, at my fate.

"HAH!" laughed the other as I landed on my face.



No doubt the whole thing was my fault, for which I'll be going to hell, or something.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 12 Jul 2012, 14:41, Reply)