Immature
One night, back in college, one of my dude friends falsely accused me of stealing his car keys and then started ranting about how immature I was.
I felt like he was being unfair, so when his back was turned... I stole his car keys.
I zipped over to Walmart, made a copy of his keys, and then snuck them back into his apartment without him ever knowing they were gone.
For the next three months, every time I saw him park his car, I'd wait for him to walk away and then I'd run down and move his car to the other side of the parking lot in an attempt to convince him that he'd gone insane.
Sometimes, when a dude is being kind of a jerk to me, I think about 20-year-old Kat. And then I mentally travel back in time and give her a high five.
I felt like he was being unfair, so when his back was turned... I stole his car keys.
I zipped over to Walmart, made a copy of his keys, and then snuck them back into his apartment without him ever knowing they were gone.
For the next three months, every time I saw him park his car, I'd wait for him to walk away and then I'd run down and move his car to the other side of the parking lot in an attempt to convince him that he'd gone insane.
Sometimes, when a dude is being kind of a jerk to me, I think about 20-year-old Kat. And then I mentally travel back in time and give her a high five.
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