Thursday, 6 August 2015

The Minor Things That Drive You Mad



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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