The Time I Almost Drop Kicked Nelly Wachsmuth

We all have that friend (or in my case friends) who seems to think borrowing is a 100% acceptable way to live. Whether its your favorite pair of Hudsons or 6 eggs, something about borrowing seems OK. Now the thing is it is ok! Except when you do it constantly...

That was the case with my ol' friend Nelly Wachsmuth. It should probably be said right about now that Nelly is a sweet girl bless her heart. BUT that girl was like Hurricane Sandy when it came to destroying people's stuff. Clothes would literally come back with holes making you wonder if she spent her spare time in Miss Trunchbull's Chokey. If it wasn't your shirt it was your food. My friend Hannah once told me that Nelly had asked her if I'd noticed that she drank my diet pepsi juice. Whaa?? Last I checked, I never let anyone drink my favorite diet pepsi juice. Honestly I could go on and on (bathroom supplies, the car, spare change, Steve Madden boots, anything that hangs in a closet, etc) but I will stick to the clincher.. My general chem book.

Now I know what you're thinking, she ruins your 7 jeans and you freak out about a general chem book? People, its called the straw that broke the camels back! So the deal with the book. I'm a poor college student realizing the necessary investment of education in a career driven individual's life. This being said, I do what every student hates to do. I buckle down and buy the $200 book that you'll probably only read twice. The particular book in question we actually have to read for class and oh so conveniently for Nelly we are in the same class. At the beginning of the semester when she'd ask to borrow my book for the quizzes  I didn't think much of it. 

Then November rolls around and my sorry completely overwhelmed and ADD though not ADD brain realized, she's borrowed your book every week!!! To say I was annoyed is an understatement. I ain't no government hand out! Get yo cheap A**  a freaking general chem book and quit free loading off me. My alter ego Ysang Twan (I've always imaged that I was Asian in an alternate universe) was about to bust out in all kinds of crazy karate and drop kick her! But I didn't. The Hamilton in me prevented any kind of Chinese Boxer Rebellion from going down so that last night when she asked to borrow my general chem book I plastered the most winningest smile on my face and said, "yeah just a second, let me grab it for ya." 

So whats the moral of the story? There is none! Its called life and sometimes it just ain't fair.