Tim and I strolled into the Multipurpose room and scooched our way through the audience into the back row seats. Tonight a Guest Speaker from the Center of Leadership and Engagement (CLE) was here to talk about….Public Speaking? Leadership? Honestly, I have no clue. The key words highlighted on the event flyer were “Free Food.” Oh, and I needed to do this to win a bet against Tim.
“Yo! What’s with these seats? Why are so far away?” Tim complained loudly.
“This was YOUR idea. You said, ‘we should sit in the back’. Look, the front row is completely empty if you want to move.”
Tim’s face grew red at the suggestion, “Nahh chill man! I’m not sitting where everyone can see me!”
Ugh. What a child.
The small assemble room lights dimmed as Mrs. Presenter Lady began presenting the workshop. Still no sign of free snacks yet. Mrs. Presenter Lady began with a question, “What is leadership? How can students become role models and leaders on this campus?” Mrs. Presenter Lady communicated with a powerful lyrical cadence in her voice. Before I long I found myself invested in the presentation.
“Pssst! Yo!” Tim whispered loudly.
Just ignore him. Pay attention.
Since we were sitting right next to each it was hard to fully ignore him. I could hear Tim fidgeting around in his chair. Finally, I turned to him, “Would you relax? It’s almost over.” From the outside, we must have looked like an old married couple. Mrs. Lady wrapped up her PowerPoint with the lights flicking back on soon afterwards.
“Told you it was almost over.”
He let out a salvo of yawns before finally standing up. “Hey man, wait!” The excitement in his eyes pointed to the discovery of the snack table. As students slowly filtered out of the Multipurpose room we closed in on the snack table. After devouring 6 cookies chocolate chip cookies each Tim notices something incredible.
“Look! A whole 8 pack of donuts! And they aren’t open!”
“Oh yeah, too bad no one opened it yet”
Just then Tim flashed me a sinister grin, whispering “We should just take them!”
Alarm bells immediately sounded off on my ethical conscience, “What! Are you crazy?! How would we even do that?”
Tim turned his back and reverted to a oddly calm demeanor. “Oh? Sorry, I didn’t realize this you were a coward.”
The blood in my veins thickened with anger. Damnit! This is oldest trick in the book, yet somehow it was working! Ego can lead a person to do stupid things. A stupid decision is guaranteed if that Ego mixes with male testosterone. I turned around to do a quick sweep of the room. Including us, only a few people still lingered around.
My eyes narrowed back at him, “Take the damn donuts! I’ll cover you.”
Without missing a beat Tim quickly began stuffing the rectangular box of donuts into the inner left pocket of his jacket. The donuts box stuck out comically underneath his jacket. I stood to the left of Tim in an attempt to avoid any suspicion. My heart pulsed quickly, with my emotions becoming a cocktail of excitement and anxiety. I feel like I landed in a real-life scene of Ocean’s Eleven.
Okay, steady now. Just stay cooool.
We reached the double doors to exit the room when I made the mistake of turning around one last time. In that instant, I locked eyes with Mrs. Presenter Lady who was beaming a chilly glare in our direction.
It was almost as if she witnessed two dumbass kids awkwardley stealing a box of donuts. – Barry