When I was little people used to think I was retarded because I spoke slowly. Life not without its irony, it’s only when I speak quickly that I sound retarded.
Do I look like a Kyle to you? Because I was walking through Williamstown last night after a movie and a car full of girls drove by. One of them stuck her whole body out the window and shouted “Hey Kyle.” Just assuming that someone was walking right behind me I kept walking. I could tell she was looking right at me though, and again she shouted “hey Kyle,” a little upset this time. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I’m not Kyle. Do I wave though? What if I wave and then she realizes I’m not Kyle. Then I look silly.
As the car rounded the corner (even though all the girls in the car seemed to know Kyle, the car did not slow down at all, in fact might have even sped up) the same girl shouted, “I’ll call you later, Kyle!”
Boy, that Kyle is going to get a weird phone call.
Yeah, I know I said that I’d fill you in on my birthday details yesterday. Yeah, so I lied. I was out all day. So shoot me. I’ll get to it. If anything the suspense is making me more interesting than anything that’s actually happened to me.
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I give it a 9.1
You handled that situation perfectly. Kyle totally just snubbed those girls, hardcore. If you had shown even the slightest bit of response, they would have realized you weren’t Kyle, and all chances of the awkward interaction that is going to result later on would have be instantly destroyed.
You totally just fucked with other people’s lives by having the restraint to do absolutely nothing. Well done, my friend. Bravo.
Re: I give it a 9.1
Yes, I do believe that I was in the right. At work they argued that I should have talked to them. Normally I might agree. Except that the girl seemed annoying and maybe drunk. Not one I would want to start a conversation of mistaken identity on.
What did I have to do to get a 10 though?
Re: I give it a 9.1
You would have gotten a 10 if you had been Kyle.
Oh… this is MMJR, by the way.