Like many people out there, I hated school when I was young. Let’s just say I don’t have many good memories of school between 4th grade and 11th grade. The one year I did enjoy was my senior year of high school.
That year, I was in all the same classes as my fellow TNU members, Laneit and John. We walked from class to class together, and even had lunch together. This was a huge perk thanks to the fact that we were all in the vocational part of the school. Spending most of the day together led us to hanging out more, going to movies more, and basically made us closer than ever before.
Occasionally we’d hang out at the mall, usually when we were broken or bored. One such occasion came in April 1997. John, myself, and a friend we called Meathead, headed to the Hanover Mall in Hanover MA. Before I go on I need to take a moment to talk about Meathead.
Meathead was a little odd at times, for instance: he was obsessed with Burger King, and once when I called him at home he told me he was playing with his sister’s pussy, only to find out from his brother he was playing with her cat. Another time, Meathead got mad at me because I got my girlfriend diamond earings, to which he said: “You never get me anything like that.” So yeah, Meathead was odd.
Anyways, back in 1997, the Hanover Mall had a food court, and that’s where we’d usually eat. Years later the food court closed to make room for an Old Navy, which kind of sucked for us. But next to the food court there was a candy store for a long time. This was the type of store where you fill your own bag with whatever you want and they weigh it at the register.
From what I remember, John and I were browsing the movie section at the f.y.e. store across from the candy place. Meathead decided he wanted some candy while we walked around the mall, so he headed to the candy place. I sat down in a bench between the stores, and a few minutes later Meathead emerged red-faced. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: You okay?
Meathead: When I was paying, I saw a sign that said “25% off senior dicount.”
Meathead: I told the lady I was a senior and she laaughed at me.
Me: I would have too.
Me: Because you’re not 65!
Meathead: What does that have to do with… oh.