Thursday, November 08, 2007

I'll take the anitbacterial soap. Thanks.

It's late and I am sitting here in the computer lab killing trees as a result of printing off research. (hate crime policy, specifically gender based hate crimes. Should be fascinating.)

However, what is keeping me entertained is the fact that I am pretty sure the guy across from me is looking at porn and trying to keep his erection to a minimum.
Why do I think this? Because of his grinning, constant movement in his seat and his need to "re-adjust" in his seat to the point that no person needs to be that comfortable that often.

...wait. Is he unzipping his pants?
Okay, I am starring right at him..he is about three feet from me...what the hell.

...yeah. That was a zipper I just heard.

Good lord.

"Dude, what the hell?"

Yes, I just "dude-ed you."

"What the hell?"

Hmmm, he doesn't seem to be amused.

I think it is time to wash my hands and go home. Cause all I can think about is what hands have touched this keyboard and this mouse.

...Where is the hand sanitizer?!?!!?


Bre said...

Ha! At the library here there was recently a creepster who liked to masturbate to the art books.

Bob said...

Or reading some of the older entries of your blog???

Either way - creepy!

puerileuwaite said...

You should tell him that there IS a "Sticky Keys" function built right into Windows. Geez.

Appletini said...

EWWW! That's why I tried to keep my library visits to a minimum :)

Old Man Crowder said...

I was going to say that the guy had a lot of balls to do that, but then I realized that that would be rather inappropriate

limpy99 said...

Sorry, I didn't see you over there. Won't happen again.

Party Girl said...

Bre: Are we talking Monet or Hustler?

Bob: it was his blantness (sure, it's a word) that creeped me. Ick.

P: Lots of hand washing after leaving the lab that night.

"The Lab" has now become a sexual euphamism between my friends and I.

Apple: I wish I could....I wish I could. As I sit and type away in the same spot as this post...

OMC: He had a lot of something. creepiness is more like it.

Limpy: At least cough next time or look up at me when I give you the death stare next time.