Somewhere There is an Angry Head-Counter

I'm not quite certain how it happened, but the young man who takes count of people in the rooms of the JFSB hates me with a fiery passion that I have never encountered, even with people who have more than a 40-second encounter with me. I thought I was being cute and flirty and funny when I invited him to stay in our class when he stuck his head in. Then he slammed the door. After class, I ran into him randomly and tried to apologize and he walked away. I think I have made a powerful enemy.

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Wannabe said…
Well, now I'm angry at him!
November 15, 2009 at 6:44 PM
Makayla Steiner said…
LOL. That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. What a great mental image this post provoked. :D
November 15, 2009 at 9:14 PM
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