hertinkness: (Harry Potter and Scar)
hertinkness ([personal profile] hertinkness) wrote2007-09-05 02:11 pm

An open letter to men who think I don't have anything better to do

Dear Sirs,

Especially, you, Library Guy.

I'm not really sure what kind of signals I'm giving off here, sitting at my laptop in a study carrell, facing the wall. I look up every now and then to give my eyes a break from the screen, and I'm smiling because I'm almost done with this monstrosity, but it doesn't mean that I'm looking and smiling at you. Even if you happen to walk in while I'm doing it.

If you say 'hi', I will say 'hi' back. However, if it goes any further than that, I will look at you like you've asked me for a naked mole rat. I'm busy, and I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I will make exception for cute little kids, because chances are they're into dinosaurs or pyramids or something else cool.

If you continue to pester me, I will look at you like you've asked me for a lightly grilled naked mole rat on a bun with chipotle mayo. I. Am. Busy. And. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Flirt. With. You.

If you ask me what I'm working on, I will look at you like you have strings of lightly grilled naked mole rat hanging out of your teeth, and say that I'm trying to finish my thesis. I will not be nice, because you are bothering me. I am not here for your frakking entertainment. I am here to work. You are in a library- go find a frakin' book, and leave me the frak alone!

No love until I get some respect,

The Angry Geologist

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[identity profile] monti.livejournal.com 2007-09-05 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The best on-topic thing ever: a girl was reading on the bus yesterday and a guy sat next to her and proceeded to try and flirt. She looks up and says flatly "I don't like to talk to people when I'm reading." He then proceeds with the whole "oh, I'm sorry. C'mon, I said I was sorry. C'mon. C'mon, I'm sorry" routine, like she's obligated to accept his apology and "continue" the "flirtation" The girl doesn't look up this time "You're still talking" she says. He moved to another seat. I peaked over her shoulder and she was reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. She's my new bus heroine.