I know I’m in the wrong for most of this situation, but I’m enraged just a bit right now. See, I have a big backpack. The seating in the lecture halls are badly arranged. There is very little space for me to get through, let alone a massive backpack with a bunch of note books, two or three textbooks, and a laptop. Normally, I take off my backpack if I see someone with a laptop on their desk, because well, obviously, I don’t want to knock it off cause a whole bunch of commotion. But today, I saw that there wasn’t a laptop where I had to squeeze through, so I didn’t bother. What a bad decision that was. There was one girl I had to scoot in front of, and when I did, I knocked over her stuff. When I heard it, I looked back to make sure all was well (ie, it was only paper and pencil case, no calculators or broken things) and apologized for being a klutz. I thought all was indeed well, so I sat down in my chosen seat.
Just as I got up to leave, the girl whose stuff I had knocked over, basically stood in my way and confronted me about knocking her stuff over. Here’s how it went (words are not exact, obviously):
Her: You knocked my pencil case over.
Me: I’m sorry. (and I was, because I hate it when people knock my things over)
Her: You broke my keychain.
Me: I’m sorry? (I repeated myself, because well, she’s just standing there looking at me at this point. And I thought I had heard wrong. Keychain? Maybe I misheard calculator somehow.)
Her: My best friend gave it to me.
Me: Uh huh. (and b now, I’m thinking Do I have to stay for this life story?)
Her (Showing me the broken keychain): The head is broken. The body is broken. My keychain is broken.
Me: Uh huh.
Her (FINALLY getting to the point): You broke my keychain my best friend gave me. It means a lot. Can you pay for it?
Me: (thinking Oh. She wants money. But, of course, I DID break it, so I have to own up to it.) Sure, do you have a telephone number, or ICQ, or MSN, or email or anything like that so I can contact you? (I also was in a hurry to get out of there and to my next class because it’s about a ten minute walk and I hate being late. It means stepping on people’s toes to get to the one available seat)
Her: I want to settle this now.
Me: Erm. I don’t have any cash on me.
And that results in silence for a few seconds and we’re just looking at each other before she finally says “Oh really?” Hmph. As if she didn’t believe me. As if it’s so utterly inconceivable that in this day and age of credit cards, debit cards, and checks that people don’t carry cash with them. Well, there wasn’t much I could do because she refused to give me any contact information, so I brushed past her and hurried to my next class where I did have to step on some toes. I know, I know, I could have left her my contact info, but that “Oh really?” tone and look pissed me off so if I see her in class again, I just may say “Too fucking bad.” I don’t know though. Was I totally wrong to brush past her after that? I know it was all my fault for knocking her stuff over, but am I at all justified in leaving for my next class? Now I’m a lttle antsy to get to a machine to withdraw money to buy some sushi as I planned. What if by some coincidence she sees me with cash? Then, I’ll really be a bitch.
So? The verdict?
On preview: This seems really juvenile, even to my immature self, but it’s bugging me just a tad more than it should.