Thursday, September 23, 2004

First Class Seats to Hell

I'm going to get hate comments for this story, but that is fine. A friend of mine told me about an experience she had in high school with this blind guy. Not only was he blind, but he also had that rare condition of fragility, where if he bumped into a wall, he would break his arm. Anyway, she HATED him. She hated him to a point that she started to pull pranks on him. Have you ever known someone that you hated with your entire being? Everything that they did just got on your nerves? Well, this was the situation. My friend, we'll call her Sheila, was a journalism major and was on her school paper. So was this guy. We'll call him Ralph. Anyway, Ralph's mother was an editor who's whole journalism philosophy was something out of an antiquated 1950's textbook. Ralph loved to go on long lectures about these philosophies during his writing class. This was when Sheila would take out her revenge. When Ralph would start talking she would just start reading, or go out to the Lobby and get something to drink. One day, she got most of the class to go with her. The teacher did not mind, nor did he try to stop Sheila. Ralph's rants got so bad that at one point Sheila picked up her retro-journalism textbook and hurled it at Ralph, where it thudded on the floor next to his desk. At best, it did stop Ralph momentarily before he continued with that day's lecture. Remember when I said that Ralph was on the paper with Sheila? Well, that was Sheila's best revenge. Every journalist must have a photo id. So, what do you think Sheila did when Ralph took his picture? She put her hands in front of his neck, making it look like she was choking him. The photographer went along with it. Sad thing was, poor Ralph never found out. He went around all year with that picture and was never told. Sheila was convinced that she was going to hell, but if she went, she claimed that she would go there laughing.

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