O, how I've missed thee, high school ridiculousness...
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So I'm in town today, doing a few errands. I stop into the local bead/clay store (I kid you not) to get some beading wire, and I see four people I know (the only ones in the store-- it's a small town). Three are seniors in high school, one is a freshman in college, and they're all sitting at the clay-painting table, which so happens to be near the beading wire.
I walk inside, recognize them, smile warmly and say hi. They all do that half-smile, half-ignore thing where none of them say hi, but manage one of those smiles that reads, "Why the hell are you talking to me?" I walk towards them, looking for beading wire, and they all start giggling.
Wtf?
One of them (the only one of them who actually works at the store) asks if I need any help, and I did, and we small-talk my way to the cash register and out the store. That was fine, we had a pleasant conversation after the giggling ridiculousness. And she's considered the ditziest, shallowest, vainest of the group.
Seriously, how old are you people??? Ugh. I'm all for idiotic, dumb humor and whatnot, but really now, do you need to ACT like prepubescents? Way to flashback to, oh, I don't know, sixth grade. Grrrrrrrrrr.
< /mini-rant >
UNRELATED NOTE:
I made about 70+ sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees and Stars of Davids yesterday. There were 4 left as of two hours ago.
Mmmmm holiday-related overeating. :P
So I'm in town today, doing a few errands. I stop into the local bead/clay store (I kid you not) to get some beading wire, and I see four people I know (the only ones in the store-- it's a small town). Three are seniors in high school, one is a freshman in college, and they're all sitting at the clay-painting table, which so happens to be near the beading wire.
I walk inside, recognize them, smile warmly and say hi. They all do that half-smile, half-ignore thing where none of them say hi, but manage one of those smiles that reads, "Why the hell are you talking to me?" I walk towards them, looking for beading wire, and they all start giggling.
Wtf?
One of them (the only one of them who actually works at the store) asks if I need any help, and I did, and we small-talk my way to the cash register and out the store. That was fine, we had a pleasant conversation after the giggling ridiculousness. And she's considered the ditziest, shallowest, vainest of the group.
Seriously, how old are you people??? Ugh. I'm all for idiotic, dumb humor and whatnot, but really now, do you need to ACT like prepubescents? Way to flashback to, oh, I don't know, sixth grade. Grrrrrrrrrr.
< /mini-rant >
UNRELATED NOTE:
I made about 70+ sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees and Stars of Davids yesterday. There were 4 left as of two hours ago.
Mmmmm holiday-related overeating. :P