If you ever meet me and think I don’t like you because I don’t talk, I promise that it’s just because I’m awkward.
Example: we were at the store the other day, and I needed to get a tub of yogurt, but this guy was meticulously stocking the small yogurts above it. So when I finally scooched in front of him to grab my yogurt, I managed to knock over all of the tubs next to it…
Then I had to try not to giggle, because I’d been trying so hard not to do anything dumb like that since he was trying to get these yogurts so perfect. Mr. Smarmy laughed at me because my face turned all red, and then I went to grab a bag of flour and dropped it.
So please take pity on me, for I am a dork.
