Me, pants as I race through the silent corridors: I’m late, I’m late, oh my gosh, I’m late...!!!
*reaches the hall but hand pauses on the door handle. Listening inside*
Speaker: *high pitched voice shouting into the mic* from that we can infer the-
Me: *glances down at handle* *slowly pulls away and backtracks quickly* *hands over ears*
Me:
Me: I’ll...take my chances outside.
Brain: ...coward.
Me:
Me: *corrects* Tactical retreat.
*bolts away from the hall*













