Stupidity
I walked along as my sister and her friends-dujour chattered
away. Their conversation bored me, as it had no depth or thought in it whatsoever. I hated coming on their little shopping outings with them. It was my parents that made me do it. They thought that I was anti-social, and that all I needed was a little nudge in order to make a few
friends. What I really needed was to get away from these idiots.
There were five of them in all, four girls and one boy, who was hopelessly in love with my vapid sister. The girls included my sister, Christine, and her friends, Melanie, Amanda, and Grace. The boy’s name was Grant. He was two years older than Christine, and quite a bit smarter, and I had thought that the type of girl he wanted included one with half a brain. I guess I was wrong.
Every time I attempted to contribute to the conversation, they would all ignore me. Fine with me, I thought as we walked along. I hate your kind anyway. The girl-friends were too wrapped up in their meaningless little problems, exclaiming over how she looked so fat in her prom dress and blah blah blah. Grant was too busy mooning over Christine to be of
any company.
We passed a bookstore. Now there’s my kind of place, I thought as we walked by. I then got the idea to just go in and have a little
fun…without the five geese.
I hung back a little as they walked around a corner. As I expected, they didn’t even miss my presence. As soon as they were out of sight, I did an about-face and marched back to the bookstore. I decided to stay
in the bookstore and see how long it took for them to realize I was gone. I smiled at the thought.
I went in and bought a cappuccino at the adjoining coffee shop, then browsed among the shelves for a book. I bought one, curled up in one of the comfy chairs, and read, sipping my cappuccino every now and then.
I had long finished my coffee when I saw the herd running frantically past the entrance to the bookstore. I laughed outright. It had been over three hours since I decided to “get lost” in the bookstore. I found it quite amusing that it took so long.
Then one of the girls managed to have the sense to backtrack to the
bookstore. She saw me sitting in the chair, calmly reading my book with a secretive smile on my face.
“Where did you go?” she asked, somewhat dumbly, I’ll add.
“I’ve been here the entire time. I got lost, and decided to come here and see if you would realize I was gone.” I went ahead and answered truthfully. I might as well have.
“Oh,” she said quietly.
“Why don’t you go tell the others that I’m here, and that they can come and get me when they’re ready to leave,” I said. “They’ll be free to go where they want, and I’ll be free to sit and read. Sound fair?”
The girl thought for a moment. “Yep, sounds good,” she said, and ran off to rejoin the herd.
As soon as she was gone, I collapsed into a fit of laughter. It amazed me just how senseless they could be.
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