Monday, April 20, 2009

Talking Guy

Okay, what is it with older guys talking to themselves? I'm in the library, checking my email, and for like the fifth time this week, I hear a man say, "oh, boy" to no one in particular. Later he says, "oh, crap". That's when I decided to write this post.

Wait! I just heard another man sigh audibly! Why is this an old guy phenomenon? And waiting on the train platform last summer the same old man would come by every day and say "oh, what a day, oh boy oh boy oh boy what a day." It's as if they have to convince themselves they're still alive or something.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Coughing Guy

Those of you who know me in "real life" (tm) are aware that since I moved across campus I have been plagued by Coughing Guy--an unidentified resident who stands outside my window day and night intermittently and lets loose. His superior disguise mechanisms have made it impossible to identify him--until tonight.

I was walking back from dinner when I heard it--that infernal result of a ruptured lung. I froze, and scanned the quad. I saw a man in the distance, walking towards the dorm, and I hurried to catch up with him. I had seen him before; he's about my age with a premature bald spot. Lovely.

So he walks up the stairs, and I crouch in the stairwell, and I hear it again. It definitely emitted from his mouth. I have identified the perpetrator.

There has never been any mystery surrounding Burping Girl, though. She's my roommate.