no, not the kind you sit in for hours at a time taking notes. i mean the kind that involves things like manners and common freaking sense. i am sitting here in the university of oregon, knight library. a well respected place of knowledge and scholarship. in theory a place of high class filled with people who respect their fellow student and the things they must share (i.e. the library). for the most part people are quiet in the quiet room, unless they are a crazy guy with two visible holes in his skull. maybe he is excused from normal behavior though, due to holes in cranium. but you would expect that students and faculty and other library patrons would take good care of the places that they rely so heavily upon. also, i would like to remind people that this is not high school. so much to my dismay, i am in the library, sitting at a table when i discover that my crossed leg has bumped up against the underside of the table and i smell…wintergreen. not wanting to verify what i think has just happened, i hesitatingly uncross my legs and yes. it. is. gum. i have gum stuck to my knee. and not just to my knee, but to the knee of my only suitable pair of jeans. these are my favorite. just the right wash, just the right length, broken-in in all the right places. everyone knows the value of the pair of jeans. most people have them. and those who don’t are typically continuously on the look out for them. the perfect pair of denim multi-taskers. i think that it may in fact be genetic. if you were born in america, you have a favorite pair of jeans. there are the occasional jean-less freaks like my husband, but he looks good in anything so i’ll let it slide.
in conclusion, to the person who couldn’t come up with anything better to do with their gum…grow up. it isn’t “cool” to stick your gum under the table. are you really so lazy that you can’t walk to the trash can that i can see from here, the exact chair you were sitting in when you chewed and stuck. you owe me one pair of jeans you jerk. where is your common sense? where is your class?
Try sticking them in the freezer. The gum usually hardens and then you can pick it off. Maybe a little grose but it isn’t like there is a stain, oil, or otherwise compromised spot like with other things that get on clothes. Just slobber to attach it…and the gum to make it stick. Ignore the slobber part by a. wearing gloves or b. washing your hands like a surgeon afterwards. That way you can avoid the end of the world feeling and reduce your desire to kill people with wintergreen gum. This is good for everyone. Sorry you got gum on your pants.
At least you don’t have gum on your pants and you have to listen to a car alarm go off more or less continuously for 3 hours. According to the EPD…though this constitutes a noise violation, one cannot be issued unless the owner of the noisemaking device is home. Sounds like an interesting loop hole to me. You could screw with that I think. Second day in a row. Third hour today. I don’t think that has anything to do with class (therefore no tie in) but it sure is annoying.
Comment by Christine — November 10, 2006 @ 5:52 pm