The Man Who Knew VERY LITTLE

Yesterday was my day off, or so I thought. I was, obviously, wrong. Flying in under the radar about forty-five minutes late, dodging in and out of rush hour traffic, I arrived just in time to catch the lines of people wanting to change their schedules. It was the first day of summer school at the college that I work for, which meant a steady work load.

Luckily, the mob of people wasn’t as “angry” compared to years past, excluding this one obnoxious fellow.

A tall, thin man, with ash brown hair came in looking for his room number. He had registered for classes the week before but did not pay. To my misfortune, he came in without anything. He simply gave his name and expected me to find all his information. It would have been nice had he not had the most generic Hispanic name in the world. Three minutes into my search, he called his wife and chatted away in Spanish about how I didn’t know anything. “YOU IDIOT I SPEAK SPANISH! I CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!” were my thoughts as he ignorantly became annoyed. Finding his name was like picking out a specific grain of sand; in my case one “Juan Whatever” out of a list of ninety people.What was worse was the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was showing. As I was scrolling down the list, a pale piece of man boob was peeking at me. I wanted to die laughing, which slightly intensified his irritation. OH WELL…IF YOU WOULDN’T HAVE FLASHED ME I WOULD NOT HAVE SNICKERED! C’MON GUY YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO LAUGH. I MEAN YOUR BOOB IS BASICALLY SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE! LOL

Such an odd day!

-Ari