My run-in with a Chester

So... I took my final and that went... um... Well the point is I took my final and that class is over!

But that didn't stop me from having an incident on the way, of course. There is some guy in my class that talks to me sometimes and he'd always been cool I guess. But yesterday as I have my book in front of me and I'm trying to talk to him and study at the same time he asks me if I want a muscle relaxer.

At first I thought he was joking and me being stressed out, started to joke back.

"Oh yeah. I could use one."

Then he pulls out a giant perscription bottle.

Yeah. WTF?

I quickly back tracked and said no, because even if I wanted to, I'm about to take a final. I kind of need all of my attention span for that. But more importantly, I'm not going to take drugs from a guy on the last day I'm ever going to see him!

Then after my insistent refusal he asked if I wanted a gummy bear. I told him no and he tried to talk me into it. Like he was really trying to get me to eat a gummy bear after offering me drugs which was making me super paranoid. I mean, who knows. It could be some drugged up gummy bear. I don't know. I was getting creepy vibes and was sort of panicking a litte. So I made up this story about having a traumatic incident getting my hand stuck in a vending machine trying to steal a packet of gummy bears, and that ever since that incident I had this aversion to gummy bears. Because a packet of gummy bears can give someone post-traumatic stress.

Yeah, not the best lie I've ever come up with, but I was on the spot and I had to say something. At least he bought my excuse. Or he realized I was just going to keep coming up with reasons not to take his stuff until he left me alone.

I guess the moral of this story is don't take drugs or gummy bears from strangers, kids.