On one occasion, it sounded as though he was having a fight, not with someone on the other end of the telephone, but with his textbooks. Despite being two rows over and several carrels down from us, we could hear (what sounded like) him picking up several textbooks, dropping them loudly on one side of his desk, and then letting out a sigh that was longer and louder than most air leaks in a tire. He would then repeat the process, presumably moving the stack of books to the other side of his desk, followed by yet another sigh. Keep in mind that these desks are no bigger than 3.5 feet x 2.5 feet. This behavior carried on for several minutes.
We feel bad for his desk.
But what really got our attention was another cell phone conversation. We assume that it was his (faithful?) mother on the other end. We'd love to get your thoughts as to what was being said by his mother...
[Elevator doors open and out comes our hero]
Huckleberry Hound Dog: No, it’s a PT Cruiser.
Huck: Same thing though, its designed by the same person.
Huck: Well I hope it’s nicer.
Huck: Is it supposed to be nicer?
Huck: 'Cause I’m saying, I can’t pay off loans 'til I get out of school.
Huck: Hello?
Huck: I didn’t ask you to buy me a new car!!
Huck: Ok, I love you.
[Elevator doors open again, and away goes Huck. Apparently the Fourth Floor of the library is just one big telephone booth for him -- enter to make a call, leave when you're done.]
A new car, eh? Perhaps this is the reward for a Property Exam grade that turned out better than we could have expected.
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