I’ve been really really sick for the last few days. A really sick bear. It started Tuesday when my classmate and friend went to the gym. As I finished running on the elliptical, I decided to go do some sit ups but my body decided otherwise. I collected myself and finished my workout thinking that everything was fine. It wasn’t and the food afterwards didn’t help. As I sat down to help another friend with her term paper my stomach started to make noises I’ve never heard in my many years. The pain soon followed and then the vomiting. After several hours of pain and discomfort I passed out only to wake up long enough to send an email excusing my absence at work the next morning.
I hadn’t been able to study for the midterm that I was to take as I was still in pain. Even though i took the day off to heal I still couldn’t manage to stay conscious for more than fifteen minutes. My studying was heavily thwarted and I didn’t do as well on the test as I wanted. Right after the mid-term I made my exit from the class and headed across the street to the local sandwich shop so I could sit in a place where it was warm. I did this while my ride would know where to pick me up and I would be warm since there are no benches outside. As I made one single step outside the USF building, my stomach turned once again and my knees buckled. I ran to the side of the parking lot…OK I shuffled really fast holding my mouth shut with one hand while my other tried to comfort my belly. Apparently none of my classmates noticed what I offered the gods and I’m rather surprised by this but also very glad. As I finished my Linda Blair impersonation, I made my way to the sandwich shop, sat down in the lounge area and waited for my ride.
I watch people come and go as I waited for my ride to come, played a bit with my phone and curled up a bit too long against the wall. Enter Ed, my would be savior. Ed was no hero on a white horse, he was no stunning man but he was trying to be considerate and that was much appreciated. Ed is a Japanese man with a lightly muscular build. I figured he was into some sports but not weight lighting. An average man who almost reached five feet nine inches in height holding a rather nice figure I also noticed that he was drunk as drunk can be. I’m sitting down in this point just unfurling from my fetal position and I’m almost as tall as he is. As he talks to me asking if I’m ‘OK’ I’m realizing that he is less concerned about my safety but more so he is hitting on me. =)
Ed keeps saying, are you sure you’re OK? Are you sure your ride is coming? If your ride isn’t here in five minutes let’s go wait by my car. All of this while going on about how horrible he is but how lucky he is. I deflect by telling him that if something happens I can take the bus, I’m positive my ride is coming and it’s too cold outside. Apparently his wife was also trying to get a hold of him via cell phone but he asked that I call his phone as well. Luckily I have my cell phone number blocked so it doesn’t show up when I dial out. I call his cell phone and as it rings he smiles and says ‘I’m happy now. I’ll call you tomorrow’. This was a bit more than I was up for and I was done with Ed already. It was very flattering and very nice of him to be so-called concerned but I needed to say no. No, not only because that isn’t my lifestyle but because he was out of line as well. This didn’t take much really. When I stood up I extended my shoulders wider than they usually spread to make myself appear even larger than I already am. I call this technique Big Bear. Wouldn’t you know it… my little Ed woke up really fast as his words started to stumble and stutter. Just then my ride appeared and I thanked Ed for his ‘concern’ and took my leave. Interesting mid-term if you ask me.
