Untouchable Online

As some of you already know, I have new speakers. These new speakers came in big boxes, and big boxes are annoying after the first day. I am going to throw them out. So I start to flatten them out in the hall way before walking down to throw them in the dumster in one shot. A female RA from some place in the complex sees this, and gets my RA.
My RA interrupts and says "Hey, you shouldn't crush that box.", and I reply "why not?. He tells me that they could use it for the collection they are running (us students getting rid of useless "junk" for the needy). I'm at the same time doing things online, and I suppose I didn't hear everything they said or maybe I did, I don't know. So I put them out in front of my door, and tell him to take them when he is ready.

Well, about 5 hours pass and I notice they are still there. I want to make sure that these things get to him, because the female RA's are really bitchy (I have a long history with them) about this sort of thing and may not know that this is for my RA. So I put the boxes in front of his door (he is not over there), stacked. I take a scrap paper and write on the box in a joking manner "Here *insert name*, take the f*cking boxes") Now, some of the other guys thought this was amusing, and decided to arrange them more vertically, and taped it to the door (again, very harmless, since he is not there and things tend to just walk up and leave around this floor).

My friends and I go out in the rain and grab some late night food. Not bad, some Chili on a rainy night is pretty cool. We come back about 45 minutes later, through the back entrance, just in time, I suppose, to see the "festivities". All of the sudden a camera flash comes towards the boxes, and then my RA and the other RA I mentioned took it down. I thought that maybe it was somewhat humorous to see a lot of boxes in front of the guys door (you know, innocent fun with a good cause), but I was mistaken.

Apparently, when my RA is around his female RA's, he turns a 180 in personality. He is upset, and she turns to me and says in an angry, sarcastic voice something like "you need common sense". Then I told her "look, don't ask for boxes if you aren't going to use them, ok?". I mean, the nerve. Here I am, giving him boxes, that, yes, are taped to the door with one stream of masking tape, that they freaking asked for when I was just going to throw them away hours before. The damn woman was the one who started the entire thing!

Then I am told, "just throw them out, ok?", in an impatient voice. Then we take them out, wondering what the H*ll just happened, and yes, we laughed about it. On our way back up, the witch gives me this evil glare.

It's 4 damn boxes. Good grief. There I said it.

oy *shakes head* and I thought my PMS was bad

Oh it is