Reading Bunk's journal

I'm in a decently good mood about now. Last friday, saturday, & sunday were all great days. sometimes it's tricky when you're happy and you know it; you just don't want anything to go wrong, or get you down. Anyway, that's a different post. About now I'd care to relate a twisty little event in my recent past. It's long, but I believe worthwhile.

It was a thursday morning, and there wasn't much to do. I was lounging around at TYPS, a local "teen hangout place", or so it was billed. It's an ok place: fridge with drinks (not free)pool table, tv, foozball, an old pc. all a bit rundown, but still, you'd have a hard time being bored. So there I was, bored stiff. the problem was, i was only there for about an hour or so while I waited for my brothers french class to finish. And since there was a class going on, fun noise-making activities such as pool or foozball were not aloud. and to top it off, I had no money and i forgot my book, like i forget most things. anyway, on to the event.

I decided to mosy on over to the PC. Games? not even your standard free cell. Interesting reads? Nothing, except what I wrote on it a couple weeks before, which appearently went unnoticed. Now, I've never been that much of a prankster, but at that point in time, I just decided to try something out. So i started moving around icons, putting stuff in different folders, changing the format, etc. Really silly minor stuff. Just then, the door opens, a lady enters, and I stop dead. I'd seen her before; she was one of the ones who ran and organized that place. She had come in once before to check her email account on the computer I was using. I quickly got up and went to sit down at a nearby couch, trying to look absorbed in a newspaper.

She sat down at the pc, and instantly a look of confusion beheld her. I heard her mutter something to the effect of "Where are all my icons..." As she stared dumbly at the screen, I started feeling uncomfortable as the stupidity of my act dawned on me. All I had done was cost this nice woman five minutes of her time. She'd left her car idling outside for god sakes! I had pictured it as a victimless crime, intended to briefly confound some stranger with no name. She asked me if I knew what was going on. I calmly denied any knowledge of what was going on. She believed me; To top it all off, she was the trusting type. Still, I really thought it was not that big a deal.

I was a little surprised when she continued to stare blankly at the screen, without a clue what to do. "Come on" I thought. "Just run a find." She was stumped. sighing inside, I finally spoke. "What's wrong with it?"
"I don't know. All my icons are gone."
"Gone?"
"Yeah, there should be outlook express, and all my emails."
"Why don't you run a search?"
"Oh. how do you do that?"

Oh boy. She was totally windows illiterate. Just my luck. Sighing to myself again, I got up to "see what was wrong". I tried to explain how to use 'find', so I could be rid of this. Blank stare. "What it is you want to find?" I asked. "Outlook." So I entered that, and ran the search, carefully trying to act like I didn't already know where all her stuff was beforehand. I found the files, opened the folder, and was ready to be rid of this ridiculous backfire. She spoke again.
"Can you put it back?"
"You just have to move the icons back to the desktop."
"You fix it, and i'll get you a pop."

Brief confusion, then I realized: she was buying me a pop for my troubles. The irony which had been depressing was now laughable. I was getting a free pop for fixing an extremely easy to solve problem which I had created in the first place. I had a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

I enjoyed that pop. I really did. Does crime pay after all?

But I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine