I got into a fight with Sam while we were hanging out. I stomped around Baltimore so I wouldn’t say something I regretted. I hope he regrets what he said today… Calling me “emotional and hopeless.” Fucker.
My storming off probably didn’t help my case of “I’m not emotional and helpless, you twat!”
Me: How long have you been following me?
Sam: An hour.
Me: What the hell…?
Sam: I waited until you got cold… I thought it’d make it easier to convince you to get in the car.
Me: I’ll wait for the damned bus.
Sam: If my car gets a ticket while I’m talking to you like this, you’re paying for it
Me: …I’ll get in the car.