As I was sitting here, working on atomic radiation models for hydrogen, a half-naked stoned guy that I'd never seen before wandered into my room and asked me for a bite of my pizza crust. I knew he was stoned, not because he asked a stranger for food, but because he was willing to eat the crust of a cafeteria pizza. I can only assume that the Led Zeppelin album I was listening to acted as a sort of beacon for him, leading him to believe he had found a kindred spirit. I ripped off a hunk of my crust for him and informed him that the cafeteria was open for another hour.
I love making people happy. I take a very distinct joy when something I say or do makes another person smile. I'm pretty good at it, too. But I think, out of all the happiness I could bring to this world, out of all the joy I could ever cause, I don't think any single action of mine could ever top the pure happiness that comes from telling a stoned college student that the cafeteria is open for another hour.
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Gee, I thought dorms were more secure than this...unless he was from your own dorm....hehe how odd
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