So I’m at my university. Heading toward the canteen (only twats call it a refectory). And I see this guy who looks just like someone on one of the modules of my degree that I myself have not chosen. But I say ‘hi’ anyway. And immediately realise it isn’t him at all.
An everyday mistake.
But he greets me with such enthusiasm I begin to wonder if I do know him. You know. Have seen him in hallways and libraries and that. So I make the effort for a bit.
Shit. No. I really don’t know him at all. Christ. He is obviously mental. And we have now been talking for some time. He might think that I am his ‘mate’. I decide upon a test, just to be sure.
I mean. Security is a bit lax on campus. You have to be careful.
We (all students) have recently been offered copies of selected Microsoft and all Macromedia products free-of-charge as a result of a sponsorship deal The School of Technology has struck. Macromedia Dreamweaver has proved a popular choice. Fellow students have done quite well out of Ebay.
I question him on the subject. If he were a genuine student with even basic social skills he would know about this.
He looks quite alarmed and fidgety.
He goes away very quickly. Sadly into the canteen where I am due to meet some friends. Oh well. I give it a minute just to be safe.
And walk in after him. To see Mental Bloke doing an uninvited impression of The Fonz to a random person.
Before sitting down on his own and muttering to himself for a while.
Christ. You can’t move for them. Nutters I mean.
Anyway. Thanks for your time.