Life Musings

For some reason, my mind has been flashing back to an encounter I had with Marco, this one kid that I knew in my college days. I was standing at a bus stop with some friends on our college grounds when somebody pointed out that my zipper was down.

As I started to pull it up, Marco yelled out, "Hey, everybody! ----'s zipper is down!" One of his classmates shushed him, obviously recognizing that such a prank was in poor taste. It was certainly infantile.

Needless to say, I was humiliated. I stewed for a while, unsure of how to respond. In the meantime, Marco kept on chatting away with his classmates.

After about three or for minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. I marked right over to Marco and pushed him away from his friends. I then glowered silently, too furious to say anything. After glowering for a few seconds, I walked away. He was lucky that I wasn't a violent man; otherwise, I might have been tempted to take a swing at him.

One of his friends did come up to apologize to me, though. I have to give him credit for that.

As it turned out, his friends and mine were headed to the same place -- a small, inexpensive restaurant. Marco walked over to my table and apologized, and I have to admit that that was good of him. That's why I'm disappointed that I find my mind flashing back to that incident. It's best forgotten.