August 22, 2014

We were sitting on some sofas that were set behind a computer screen. The person in front of us seemed rather busy as we passed phones to each other to show off our screens.

I had to leave soon, but not so soon. So I was stuck with an awkward interval where I could only wait and not start doing something else. I was sitting in the lobby with a girl carrying a purple backpack.

Outside there was a very angry woman pointing at a motorbike, expressing her dissatisfaction over my parking capabilities. “It’s crooked!” she shouted. “How am I supposed to drive up this hill with the bike in the way?”

After much hesitation, I got out of the door and raised my hands up, as if in surrender to claim that it was indeed mine. I got onto the bike, drove in a circle, and parked in a neighboring spot that wouldn’t obstruct any paths.

My friend with the purple bag got up from her seat and walked out. “I’m leaving” she said. I told her I thought she still had some time left. “No, didn’t I tell you? Where’s your stuff, I can wait.”

“Upstairs” I replied. “Oh. Well then sorry I guess. I have to get going.”