Ragin’

Note: This was written at around 1 pm, but I couldn’t access my computer for some reason. Don’t know if I should blame my ISP or my computer.

I was entering a restaurant.

I saw Eric at a table across from mine. Right next to me was a girl I lusted after, and some friend of Eric’s. Let’s call them Tiffany and Mike, nice generic names.

I went to one bathroom, and it was occupied. I went to the other one, lifted up the seat cover, and it turned out that it was out of order. For some odd reason, the toilet didn’t have a hole; it was just a seat with a toilet seat on top of it.

I go out, and everybody looks at me. They’re all laughing at me, every single one of them.

I walk to my seat, take a dish that had some fish on it, and slapped it into Tiffany’s face. I then proceed to slap it onto Mike’s face. It seems that he didn’t get enough of it, so I slap it one more time. By then, all the juices and stuff that went with the fish was gone, so I took the fish back to the cashier to add some sauce or something on it. At that time, my parents enter the restaurant, and they wait for me to “refill” the fish. When I was done, the two tables that my friends were sitting at were emptied, and we proceeded to eat our dinner.

Odd thing is, I only felt I should be feeling bad after I woke up.