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Jun. 16th, 2006 10:43 amI HAVE A STORY TO TELL.
It amuses me, and seemed to amuse Chris and Jess and Megzilla, so I am SHARING IT WITH THE WORLD.
So, Tuesday night, I ended up sans plans (oooo, I rhymed, lookit me I'm clever) and once my stomach recovered from eating dinner I decided to go to the park across the street from my apartment. I took my ipod, as I was in kind of a Mood, and just sort of sat on the swings staring into space and enjoying being out in the open and the dark by myself.
Then this car pulls up, and two teens get out. They walk hand in hand, all sweet and lovey and stuff, which I am all for except, as previously stated, I was in a Mood. Feeling peevish, I kept quiet and still until they got close and started trying to find a makeout spot, then I made lots of small movements and noises. Like frightened rabbits, they scampered off.
Filled with a mischevious glee, I abandoned the swing and went over the the little kiddie "jungle gym", a tiny 4-foot-high slide/platform thing, and laid back on that to stare at the sky and brood on my Mood (ooo, look, more rhyming!). After a little bit, another teenage couple pulls up.
This thing was farther in the shadows, and I was laying down, so I was pretty much invisible. They walked over to a bench about... 10 feet away? I'm a terrible judge of distances and lengths and such, so it may be more or less, but you get the idea. Not far off. As soon as they sit down, they promptly start making out. I waited about 10 minutes in silent stillness, then noisily got up and climbed down the three steps to the ground.
I never made eye contact and had my headphones in, but I watched them from the corner of my eye and they were more than a little startled to find out they didn't have as much privacy as they had thought. It was fantastic. I slowly and nonchalantly walked across the way back to the swings, and sat there facing-that-direction-but-not-facing-them-technically, made a point of pretending to look at my fet a lot, and watched them scamper off.
It was fantastic.
Moral of the story: When I am feeling peevish, I am a horrible person. Muahahahahahaha.
It amuses me, and seemed to amuse Chris and Jess and Megzilla, so I am SHARING IT WITH THE WORLD.
So, Tuesday night, I ended up sans plans (oooo, I rhymed, lookit me I'm clever) and once my stomach recovered from eating dinner I decided to go to the park across the street from my apartment. I took my ipod, as I was in kind of a Mood, and just sort of sat on the swings staring into space and enjoying being out in the open and the dark by myself.
Then this car pulls up, and two teens get out. They walk hand in hand, all sweet and lovey and stuff, which I am all for except, as previously stated, I was in a Mood. Feeling peevish, I kept quiet and still until they got close and started trying to find a makeout spot, then I made lots of small movements and noises. Like frightened rabbits, they scampered off.
Filled with a mischevious glee, I abandoned the swing and went over the the little kiddie "jungle gym", a tiny 4-foot-high slide/platform thing, and laid back on that to stare at the sky and brood on my Mood (ooo, look, more rhyming!). After a little bit, another teenage couple pulls up.
This thing was farther in the shadows, and I was laying down, so I was pretty much invisible. They walked over to a bench about... 10 feet away? I'm a terrible judge of distances and lengths and such, so it may be more or less, but you get the idea. Not far off. As soon as they sit down, they promptly start making out. I waited about 10 minutes in silent stillness, then noisily got up and climbed down the three steps to the ground.
I never made eye contact and had my headphones in, but I watched them from the corner of my eye and they were more than a little startled to find out they didn't have as much privacy as they had thought. It was fantastic. I slowly and nonchalantly walked across the way back to the swings, and sat there facing-that-direction-but-not-facing-them-technically, made a point of pretending to look at my fet a lot, and watched them scamper off.
It was fantastic.
Moral of the story: When I am feeling peevish, I am a horrible person. Muahahahahahaha.
