When I was in college, I had a group of people I ate dinner with every night.
Since a few of us, including me, had to be at the radio station at 5, we usually ate at 4:30.
We were a fairly high-spirited group, and there was always lots of banter and give-and-take going around.
Which is why her behavior one night had me worried.
She was the type who’d give you all sorts of grief, and then laugh and say something like “but I’m cute and you love me.”
(By the way, even though I’m not saying her name here, she’ll know I’m writing about her, and she’s still that way.)
But for whatever reason, she didn’t really have much to say. She basically ate in silence, which, again, was really, really weird.
Everybody’s dorms were close by, so we didn’t call around all that much. We’d just drop in. However, she got me worried enough during dinner that I called after I got back to me room to see if she was OK.
At which point she started laughing like I had just told the greatest joke in the world … or she had.
Utica College had an Abnormal Psychology class, and one of the assignments was to act abnormally in public and see how people reacted.
She decided she was going to be silent and withdrawn at dinner, and I had walked right into it.
Grumble, grumble, grumble …
Good thing she was impossible to stay mad at for long.