Judgement From Barnes & Noble

*Originally Posted 9-22-11*

It was a sunny day in Bethel Park on Thursday, September Something-th 2011. It was the first week of school and I was walking to my aforementioned truck, ready to race home and do homework. HA! I am totally kidding. I don't race home. I hopped into my truck, who, still needs a name, and popped in my Muse CD, the only CD I have that is worth playing, since my Nickelback CD has gone mysteriously missing. I listened to Muse while sitting there, already knowing I was too late to beat the buses out of the parking lot. Tyler Cunningham approached me, wildly complaining about a late sister and her friend. While he waited for his little sibling, we chatted about the awesome debate we had in government that day. (Mr. Miller 7th pd!) After probably 15 minutes of catching up over the summer and talking about the different views of some classmates, we decided to venture onward to Starbucks to continue the discussion. Tyler took his sister and friend home, and I sat in the parking lot of Barnes and Noble and jammed to more Muse. Only sixteen people passed my large and currently loud truck as I sat in that parking lot, and I consider that getting off easy. Old people squinted into my truck to ascertain what kind of teenage rebel scum was playing such loud music in a public place. God forbid! (Whoops, I'm sorry. I mean Ganesha forbid!) Middle-aged women with children rolled their eyes, which to me, means that they wish they were me instead of holding onto a whiny money-sucker who probably doesn't even like reading anyway.

 I bet she doesn't even know how to read the word 'blockhead.'' 

Strangely enough, I was a little against these harshly negative feelings. Next time, I am going to blast Josh Groban or the soundtrack to any of the 8 Harry Potter movies. I decided to go in and read one of the magazines on the stand until Ty arrived, so I texted him. Done with being judged for the day, I told him, "Until you get here, I will be reading horrible fashion magazines and quietly judging people." And that is exactly what I did. I sat through about 50 pages of endless Kate Middleton fashion ideas, all of which did not apply to me, for I am not a wife to any heirs of any thrones. And it was my turn to make fun of the old people who had just turned their noses up at me moments before. I doubt any of them even make good chocolate chip cookies.