Mister Bench Guy
Out the window, there’s this guy in his mid twenties sitting on a bench in front of the PCC Library. That bench is the only one out there. It’s big enough for at least three people. He’s sitting in the middle of it between his enormous hiking backpack and his jacket. In the general vicinity of the bench are two people sitting on little rocks. One is a mom-ish middle aged woman and the other is a sort of hipster looking gentleman. They’re fidgeting a bunch and their butts are probably falling asleep. What the fuck is so special about mister bench guy? Why does he get exclusive access to the sacred throne of the courtyard? I don’t understand why people are so afraid of other people. He’s afraid to offer a seat and they’re each afraid to ask for one. But I’m almost positive they’re all aware of each other’s feelings. Am I the only one who thinks this is retarded?
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losingdinosaurs said:
Mr. Bench guy probably has BO or he’s the king of the Courtyard. Or…he doesn’t actually exist and he’s a tool to make you ponder the universe.
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