Infestation

So I didn't reply to any of Tiny Tim's texts that he sent me 2 days after our pizza outing. That was until he sent one saying he was going to my neighborhood alumni bar on Saturday. During my school's football game.

MY school. Not his. MY neighborhood. Not his. He lives like 20 minutes north. That leaves about 700 other bars in between us that he could watch the game at. So how convenient that he's going to MY alumni bar during MY football game.

Since that's where my friends and I were planning to go to watch the game, I texted him back so he didn't think I was there because of his tiny bearded self, and just said I might be there but wasn't sure what my plans were yet.

I probably should just tell him the jig is up. But I was hoping I could just ignore him until he went away.

This guy's a persistent little f*cker. Like a mosquito.

Level of annoyance: 8. Similar triggers of a level-8 annoyance: Gilbert Godfried's voice, running towards the train as the conductor looks me in the eyes and pulls away, and stubbing a cold toe.

Do they sell man swatters?