Fuddy Meers

Last Friday Theory ordered tickets for the two of us to see a university play, but my roommate wanted to go, but couldn’t because she already had plans. So Theory calls the office and gets the date changed to the next Friday, yesterday. As the week goes by Theory keeps reminding my roommate, Bear, to call and order her ticket.

Friday rolls around and she hasn’t yet, but not to worry! She’s got a plan. She works as an usher at the theater and knows the usher working that night. So we walk in, hand the girl our tickets, while Bear runs up and hugs the girl and engages in chit-chat, asking about working, smiling wide. As Theory and I start to walk in the theater, Bear waves goodbye to her friend and walks in with us.

Now, there are worse crimes than sneaking into a university play. It’s not exactly that that I’m upset or unsettled over. But when she does things like that it offends some moral code I have inside of me. A part of me doesn’t think it’s fair that she didn’t order a ticket; that she was lazy and forgetful and and she doesn’t have to pay for it in the end. There are no consequences for her. That pisses me off a little bit. And what’s more, I think she used her friend to get in the play. I looked on in a mixture of shock and disgust at Bear schmoozing her friend, and how fake she was being. How calculating it all was. It almost makes me question what she would use me for when it comes convenient.