Me: (sitting at library computer)
Dude: (walks by)
Me: What’s up, man?
Dude: Not much. What’s goin’ on, dude?
Me: I’m not 100% sure of your name, so I’ll call you man or dude or something like that for now.
Dude: Same here, man.
Me: The only thing we have in common is this one class so that’s probably what this whole conversation will be about.
Dude: Yeah, about that freaking class! It makes me want to kick a baby!
Me: Yeah, no joke, man. That teacher makes me cry at night.
Dude: How are we supposed to follow what she’s saying if all she does is tell stories and doesn’t even use PowerPoint?!
Me: For real, dude. This is the point in the conversation where I kinda tune you out and start to wonder when you’ll continue on your way so I can study the notes someone in class sent me.
Dude: Wait, you have notes? Would you mind sending me those? I’ll be sure to send you some when I get them from that girl I sit next to everyday that I kinda know through a mutual friend.
Me: Yeah, man, no problem. I’ll send them to you now, just let me finish thinking about how much of a huge slacker you are.
Dude: Thanks so much, bro. This professor is the Narnian Ice Queen. I hope to even snag a low ‘C’. That’s because I usually start studying the night before around 1am after I get back from Buffalo Wild Wings.
Me: I wouldn’t expect anything less, man.
Dude: Alright, I’m outta here. Gonna try to find a computer in this place so I can listen to my “Daughtry” Pandora station and scroll through several pages of awkwardfamilyphotos.com while people walk behind me who need a computer and get ticked I’m not actually working.
Me: Do work, man.
Dude: (proceeds to next computer where another acquaintance is stationed; similar conversation begins)
Me: (continues to chat on Facebook)