[OAG]
Scenario: sinistermotives and myself are having girl time at the railing tonight at the club. Dozens of people are dancing, thrashing about, and about 1/4 of them are weilding glowsticks. One of them is dancing directly in front of us, hands over his head, glowsticks firmly gripped...dancing his little heart out. During the obligatory "spooky pause" [Definition: The awkward moment in every goth song where the beat ceases and, in effect, people don't know what to do with themselves until the beat picks up again...so they grope the air, grab for apples, etc.], this individual kept his arms elevated with his glowsticks in front of our face. The opportunity was there, so we did the obvious.
Action:
We snatched them.
Xi went over to throw them away and, while she was gone, Glowstick Boy approached me and asked me if I was the one who was screaming "This isn't a fucking rave!". "Yes, that was me".
HIM: Well, I just want you to know that in this country, it is my right to go where I please and enjoy myself the way I see fit.
ME: You still have this right, just without glowsticks.
HIM: I can't dance without them.
ME: Learn.
HIM: Can I have them back?
ME: My friend threw them away. You'll have to take that up with her. But I'm going to say "no".
Of course he got agitated, trying to win his case, trying to prove that glowsticks will save the world. I informed him that it was time that his face got at least five feet away from me, and that the conversation was over.
Xi comes back, he wanders back over [this time with a friend]. He asks for his glowsticks back, she refuses, words are exchanged...
Then he asks her which garbage can she threw them in. What. The. Fuck.
Apparently after a lengthy search and still no glowsticks he decided to do the next best thing. He took off his shirt and proceeded to swing it around on the dance floor for the duration of about three songs. I am being 100% serious. During this time he looked quite angry, which was even funnier.
After the shirt swinging wore thin, he proceeded to sit in a corner for the rest of the night, pouting.
This post falls under the "I guess you would have had to have been there" category. Or maybe not. I think it's awesome regardless.
Operation Abandon Glowstick
"Saving the world from douchebaggery one douchebag at a time"
Action:
We snatched them.
Xi went over to throw them away and, while she was gone, Glowstick Boy approached me and asked me if I was the one who was screaming "This isn't a fucking rave!". "Yes, that was me".
HIM: Well, I just want you to know that in this country, it is my right to go where I please and enjoy myself the way I see fit.
ME: You still have this right, just without glowsticks.
HIM: I can't dance without them.
ME: Learn.
HIM: Can I have them back?
ME: My friend threw them away. You'll have to take that up with her. But I'm going to say "no".
Of course he got agitated, trying to win his case, trying to prove that glowsticks will save the world. I informed him that it was time that his face got at least five feet away from me, and that the conversation was over.
Xi comes back, he wanders back over [this time with a friend]. He asks for his glowsticks back, she refuses, words are exchanged...
Then he asks her which garbage can she threw them in. What. The. Fuck.
Apparently after a lengthy search and still no glowsticks he decided to do the next best thing. He took off his shirt and proceeded to swing it around on the dance floor for the duration of about three songs. I am being 100% serious. During this time he looked quite angry, which was even funnier.
After the shirt swinging wore thin, he proceeded to sit in a corner for the rest of the night, pouting.
This post falls under the "I guess you would have had to have been there" category. Or maybe not. I think it's awesome regardless.
Operation Abandon Glowstick
"Saving the world from douchebaggery one douchebag at a time"