So I get on the bus, and there is this guy sitting there, and he says to me "Hey, weren't you with us at that water balloon fight?" Then starts the customary "Oh yeah, I'm sorry, what was your name again?" and "So what are you majoring in?" and we have a good chat. Then, towards the end of the ride, we start talking about where we live:
"Blah blah I live in Gateway, its pretty cool blah blah where do you live?"
"I'm at Shoreline, its the one kind of back behind the HC."
"Oh, so you are kind of by that little playground that has the dinosaur you can ride? Me and my roommate love to just go randomly play there."
"Yeah...actually, my job is to basically help get rid of that playground. Resident Housing wants it gone because they changed the married housing to just regular student housing."
Oh.
Water Balloon Guy, I thought we could be friends. Your arguments and reasoning for taking out the playground were very sound, but I just don't know if I can come back from that initial crushing of my happiness.
Maybe I'll see you around sometime.
But I will never look at you the same way again.
"Blah blah I live in Gateway, its pretty cool blah blah where do you live?"
"I'm at Shoreline, its the one kind of back behind the HC."
"Oh, so you are kind of by that little playground that has the dinosaur you can ride? Me and my roommate love to just go randomly play there."
"Yeah...actually, my job is to basically help get rid of that playground. Resident Housing wants it gone because they changed the married housing to just regular student housing."
Oh.
Water Balloon Guy, I thought we could be friends. Your arguments and reasoning for taking out the playground were very sound, but I just don't know if I can come back from that initial crushing of my happiness.
Maybe I'll see you around sometime.
But I will never look at you the same way again.
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