the clock never stops, never stops, never waits

Today I was at my institute class.  A nice man came and sat next to me. I had never met him before. He told me I had a beautiful name. After the class was over, I had the privilege of meeting all of his friends. They all wanted to shake my hand! I went around the circle and shook everybody's hands, smiling and making polite comments. Then I bent down to pick up my chair and stack it with all the others. Every time I lifted it up, a boy in front of me would bend down and his GINORMOUS backpack would smack my chair into the ground again. This happened several times. So I stood there patiently and waited for him to move. Then another boy came up and said hello to me. I said hi back, and he seemed very confused. He asked what I had said, and I said hi again. Looking foolish, he stepped away, right as I was lifting my chair up for the fourth time. I almost hit him with it. But, I finally got it on the stack of chairs.

So, the moral of the story is: Just let a nice boy stack your chair for you.

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