Wit's End

After advising the Cafe ladies on the intricacies of Bubble Tea (now available at the Bo'!), I brought my sushi down to the Pub for lunch (the ambience is so much better there, so classy). Standing in line, I spotted the Band Man ahead of me, picking up his food. We were in the midst of the lunch time crowd, so what did he do? Not a half wave (as I chose to do), a nod of recognition, or just a plain old hello. No, he chose to speak up loudly, for all to hear.

Band Man: Could you stop following me around?

(Many chuckles and stares turned toward my general direction, at my general expense.)

Moi: I go to school here. I paid good money to be here.

(Many more chuckles from the hungry line, this time directed away from me.)

Band Man: Yeah, you're right. I don't pay them anything.

(Crowd cheers at my triumph and the Band Man's admit of defeat. The lunch line circles around me, jubilant at my sharp line. Someone starts clapping, slowly at first, and soon the whole student union crowds in, joining the irresistable beat. I am lifted unto someone's shoulder, it's all a blur now and I don't remember whose, and I am paraded throughout the pub whilst the Band Man sits in the corner, a look of contrition and awe in his face.)