“Jas can you just do it for me?”
This is a phrase that I would soon become annoyed with. I was at my former part-time gig and my co-worker’s son decided to keep me company at the front desk. He was always entertaining and dramatic so we got along well. It also helped the time go by. As he was updating me on life as a high school student (which mostly involved, girls, girls, girls, and sports) I pulled out an apple. While watching me eat, the hungry Gods hit his spirit.
“Let me get one?”
Unfortunate for him it was the only one that I had. However, I knew the plug. The boxing coach had a lifetime supply of snacks in his office.
“Go ask Coach. He got all the snacks. He doesn’t mind, just gotta go ask him.”
You would’ve thought I told him to go into an Iraq war zone by himself. For the next two hours, I had to suffer through his “I’m sooo hungrrry” pleas. It was too late. I had not an ounce of sympathy. I already told him exactly what he needed to do. All he had to do was go ask the coach for snacks and he would’ve been good to go.Read More