Post by Tikobe on Feb 23, 2018 1:13:07 GMT -4
So... I had to talk to campus security today. Why? Well, for that we have to go all the way back to yesterday, Wednesday at noon.
I had set up a tutor to help me out with my math 151 (College Algebra (AKA Total and absolutely dream-crushing hell)) class at 12 that day. However, I got there a little early so I could grab some lunch at the restaurant at the campus and get some energy before I cursed my very being for continuing my post-high school education (It's a near daily habit of mine). While waiting in line, a snowbird (Arizonan terminology describing old people from the Northern states who will come down to the South to escape the winter season (And yes, the campus and most facilities on it are open to the public during working hours, so there wasn't an issue with him being there even though he wasn't a student)) begins talking to me and asks if I can sit down at a table with him. He seemed like a nice guy so I figured why not?
So, the conversation went well. He told me his name, his story and that he was blind in one eye so he couldn't stay in the North even if he wanted to because his eye could cause a wreck with all of the black ice. Well, there was one lie in what was said earlier: That the conversation went well. It's true that was doing as so, but the tone shifted after he asked a certain question of me.
In order to under the question, you must first know what lead up to it. You see, in the midst of the conversation, he points out my beard. Now, it's not really a beard, it's just a weird little goatee that I left to grow on it's own for the past few months. It's really not much, just a step above peach fuzz. I figured it was just fine since guys have talked to me about weirder parts of my body before. As such, I saw fit to tell him my little shaving technique: I don't shave often. I just let it grow and then cut it off when I feel like it. His reaction?
"Say, if you do shave it off before I go back to [Insert state here], could you put the hairs in a little plastic bag and give it to me?"
Was I shocked? No. Cause I thought he was just joking. I even went along with it and said "Yeah sure, why not?"
Big mistake, as it turns out. Why? Because as he kept on bringing it up, I began to slowly realize that he was being serious about this. I was able to kill the conversation, thankfully, and he offered me his phone number before he left (And yes, the reason was so that I could call him when I shaved) I told him I didn't have a cell phone (I mean, that part's true, but it was honestly just an excuse to get out of that situation).
Now, what did I do after this? Nothing. I just thought it was one of those weird things that happen every once now and then. I just kinda shrugged off the whole thing like no big deal and went to see my tutor.
Now, today, Thursday, I had not prepared for my Intro to Sociology class. I had to have read the chapter (Which I did not do) and provide three examples of the chapter's theme (Social Deviance). Well, I was able to BS my way out of it pretty well and even decided to use what had happened yesterday as one of my three examples. Now, when I had told my class, they laughed and said that he probably was just joking, and you know that since I wasn't really serious about all of this I was more than willing to let this whole thing die off like that. That was, until a girl in the back of the room spoke up.
She mentioned to the class about how, the other day, she and her boyfriend were at Fry's when they approached by a strange man. What did this man do? He asked her boyfriend for his beard hairs. They took a more aggressive stance than I did and shoo'ed him off and that was that. Or at least, it was until a nearby woman approached and told him that Mr. Beard Hair had approached her husband with the same question. My Sociology teacher then decided to end this off by telling me to report it to campus security.
And that, my friends, is how I had to talk to the police about a man asking for my beard hairs.
I had set up a tutor to help me out with my math 151 (College Algebra (AKA Total and absolutely dream-crushing hell)) class at 12 that day. However, I got there a little early so I could grab some lunch at the restaurant at the campus and get some energy before I cursed my very being for continuing my post-high school education (It's a near daily habit of mine). While waiting in line, a snowbird (Arizonan terminology describing old people from the Northern states who will come down to the South to escape the winter season (And yes, the campus and most facilities on it are open to the public during working hours, so there wasn't an issue with him being there even though he wasn't a student)) begins talking to me and asks if I can sit down at a table with him. He seemed like a nice guy so I figured why not?
So, the conversation went well. He told me his name, his story and that he was blind in one eye so he couldn't stay in the North even if he wanted to because his eye could cause a wreck with all of the black ice. Well, there was one lie in what was said earlier: That the conversation went well. It's true that was doing as so, but the tone shifted after he asked a certain question of me.
In order to under the question, you must first know what lead up to it. You see, in the midst of the conversation, he points out my beard. Now, it's not really a beard, it's just a weird little goatee that I left to grow on it's own for the past few months. It's really not much, just a step above peach fuzz. I figured it was just fine since guys have talked to me about weirder parts of my body before. As such, I saw fit to tell him my little shaving technique: I don't shave often. I just let it grow and then cut it off when I feel like it. His reaction?
"Say, if you do shave it off before I go back to [Insert state here], could you put the hairs in a little plastic bag and give it to me?"
Was I shocked? No. Cause I thought he was just joking. I even went along with it and said "Yeah sure, why not?"
Big mistake, as it turns out. Why? Because as he kept on bringing it up, I began to slowly realize that he was being serious about this. I was able to kill the conversation, thankfully, and he offered me his phone number before he left (And yes, the reason was so that I could call him when I shaved) I told him I didn't have a cell phone (I mean, that part's true, but it was honestly just an excuse to get out of that situation).
Now, what did I do after this? Nothing. I just thought it was one of those weird things that happen every once now and then. I just kinda shrugged off the whole thing like no big deal and went to see my tutor.
Now, today, Thursday, I had not prepared for my Intro to Sociology class. I had to have read the chapter (Which I did not do) and provide three examples of the chapter's theme (Social Deviance). Well, I was able to BS my way out of it pretty well and even decided to use what had happened yesterday as one of my three examples. Now, when I had told my class, they laughed and said that he probably was just joking, and you know that since I wasn't really serious about all of this I was more than willing to let this whole thing die off like that. That was, until a girl in the back of the room spoke up.
She mentioned to the class about how, the other day, she and her boyfriend were at Fry's when they approached by a strange man. What did this man do? He asked her boyfriend for his beard hairs. They took a more aggressive stance than I did and shoo'ed him off and that was that. Or at least, it was until a nearby woman approached and told him that Mr. Beard Hair had approached her husband with the same question. My Sociology teacher then decided to end this off by telling me to report it to campus security.
And that, my friends, is how I had to talk to the police about a man asking for my beard hairs.
