Something was in the air

Something strange was in the air in Athens this past Tuesday. I try and sit on a bench
somewhere on north campus during my lunch break. My office is underground and I really
benefit from the fresh air. I usually have a few crackers to toss to the squirrels during
these times. Anyway, on Tuesday I was sitting on a bench in front of Peabody, watching a
squirrel eating a cracker I had tossed over near a big oak. I became aware of loud voices
and looked over to where a young couple were arguing. I couldn't make out what they were
saying but it obviously wasn't a very pleasant conversation. This went on for several
minutes then they both stomped off in opposite directions.
I didn't think much of that until I was walking back to my office. On the steps of the
Library I heard a young lady telling a young man in a loud tone of voice "No BRIAN, I
haven't been around much. Thats because whenever I am around you BRIAN, I get really
really DEPRESSED!!!"
Well damn, that was coincidental. So I go on into the lobby of the Library and immediately
encountered a couple facing one another. She was in a traditional sari, he was dressed in
a more western style. They were muttering to one another, he turned and walked away and she
looked after him with a look of complete disgust on her face. Well damn again I thought. I
considered calling my wife to make sure we weren't arguing too, but thought better of it.
Maybe it was an after effect of Saturday's football game, maybe it was something else, but
whatever it was, it was something for sure. At least the rest of the week seemed a little
more placid. I didn't hear any more arguments as I sat outside, wondering why in the world
the University Grounds Department chose a home game week to plant more grass seed on North

1 comment:

Polusplanchnos said...

Maybe they anticipate that the tailgaters will trample the seeds into the ground? Every fall is the same, though, wrt keeping the grass just north of the Library alive and not letting that space become dirt. What bothers me is that the cleanup crews that diligently work on Sunday morning understandably cannot get all of those bottlecaps or glass pieces up. The same for the coals and ashes. I do what I can, when I can, but I love my campus and cannot accept that wealth gives people the right to destroy it seven days out of the year, when I look after it the other 358.