I managed to put up with it for maybe fifteen minutes before
I was finally too mad not to say something.
“Could you stop that?”
She looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing behind
designer glasses.
“Stop what?”
I nodded at her hand, and the cheap pen she was holding.
“The constant clicking, it’s annoying.”
She stared at me as if I was mad.
“Look, I get you’re studying, and I’m sure you don’t realise
your doing it, but I’m trying to concentrate, and the clicking of that pen is
distracting me.”
“What pen?”
I guess I was mad…
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