Well…
That’s it then.
It’s official.
The admin has spoken, the decree is public, and my pockets have been nationalized.
I tried to sit here quietly, pretending nothing changed, but now every time someone walks past my table I instinctively cover my jacket like I’m guarding state secrets.
And the waiter?
He keeps giving me that look.
You know the one — the “don’t worry sir, we’ll replace anything you lose… again” look.
I swear he’s hovering just a little too close, waiting for the next disaster so he can sprint over with another complimentary replacement.
At this rate I’ll have a full museum exhibit of “Items Dummy Mismanaged.”
But fine.
If this is my destiny — to be the forum’s most generously sponsored disaster — then I’ll wear the title proudly.
Just…
If anyone needs something from my pockets, at least pretend you’re borrowing it.
I’d like to maintain the illusion of ownership for a few more hours.
That’s it then.
It’s official.
The admin has spoken, the decree is public, and my pockets have been nationalized.
I tried to sit here quietly, pretending nothing changed, but now every time someone walks past my table I instinctively cover my jacket like I’m guarding state secrets.
And the waiter?
He keeps giving me that look.
You know the one — the “don’t worry sir, we’ll replace anything you lose… again” look.
I swear he’s hovering just a little too close, waiting for the next disaster so he can sprint over with another complimentary replacement.
At this rate I’ll have a full museum exhibit of “Items Dummy Mismanaged.”
But fine.
If this is my destiny — to be the forum’s most generously sponsored disaster — then I’ll wear the title proudly.
Just…
If anyone needs something from my pockets, at least pretend you’re borrowing it.
I’d like to maintain the illusion of ownership for a few more hours.