Okay so today was my day off school but I went to this tutorial held by one of the profs to prepare us for midterms, and I decided to bring my Coussin since I never use it when I go to school because I don't want to risk getting it dirty.
Anyways, I was sitting in one of those lecture theatres where each row of seats is elevated above the row in front...kind of like a staircase, you know what I mean? I wasn't very comfortable setting the bag on my lap while I was writing, so I set it on the floor. Since it was carpet flooring, and the carpet underneathe the seats are clean because there is no way anyone can step on that area, I put my notebook on the floor and set my Coussin on top.
A few minutes later, I noticed that there was an orange peel and a juice box on the floor of next row above me, just a few centimetres from the edge, about to fall on top of my Coussin.
And as I looked at it, the guy (who probably ate the orange and drank the juice box) kept moving his feet around so his backpack was pushing his trash closer and closer to the edge. 
ush: I quickly reached underneath and pulled out my Coussin and next thing you know...
SPLATTT! There goes the orange peel and the still-has-liquid juice box. I reached down to save my other stuff (notebook and water bottle) and the guy thought I was trying to help him pick up his junk and went to say in a really nice voice "NO...it's ok...I'll get it" and I stared at him like, "Are you kidding? I'm not picking up your garbage!" and then glared at him, as if to say "If you damaged my bag, you'd be dead by now."
Oh my gosh...I was so glad I checked on my bag occasionally...or else...that would've been bad.ush: After that, I set my bag on the level below me, so that I can see it while I was listening to the prof, as well, at least I know that I'm not going to kick anything down the edge and damage my bag.
Stupid boys. I probably would've screamed in that guy's face if his juice spilled all over my bag.
Anyways, I was sitting in one of those lecture theatres where each row of seats is elevated above the row in front...kind of like a staircase, you know what I mean? I wasn't very comfortable setting the bag on my lap while I was writing, so I set it on the floor. Since it was carpet flooring, and the carpet underneathe the seats are clean because there is no way anyone can step on that area, I put my notebook on the floor and set my Coussin on top.
A few minutes later, I noticed that there was an orange peel and a juice box on the floor of next row above me, just a few centimetres from the edge, about to fall on top of my Coussin.
And as I looked at it, the guy (who probably ate the orange and drank the juice box) kept moving his feet around so his backpack was pushing his trash closer and closer to the edge. ush: I quickly reached underneath and pulled out my Coussin and next thing you know...SPLATTT! There goes the orange peel and the still-has-liquid juice box. I reached down to save my other stuff (notebook and water bottle) and the guy thought I was trying to help him pick up his junk and went to say in a really nice voice "NO...it's ok...I'll get it" and I stared at him like, "Are you kidding? I'm not picking up your garbage!" and then glared at him, as if to say "If you damaged my bag, you'd be dead by now."
Oh my gosh...I was so glad I checked on my bag occasionally...or else...that would've been bad.
ush: After that, I set my bag on the level below me, so that I can see it while I was listening to the prof, as well, at least I know that I'm not going to kick anything down the edge and damage my bag. Stupid boys. I probably would've screamed in that guy's face if his juice spilled all over my bag.
Stupid boy
LOL, I guess you'll have to buy a Damier piece for school soon....
He thought you were going to pick up his trash? Haha! Glad your bag is okay!
