Last night while seething over the fact that it took twenty minutes to find a parking spot for my six o’clock class, a guy down the path from me walked up saying “This is strange, but I left my phone in my classroom, could I possibly borrow your phone… ARE YOU A TEACHER HERE?” His brown eyes pleading for help.
I informed him I was not a teacher and we stood in silence for a little while. I figured he was going to use my phone to call a friend to come get him, or cancel a date. I handed it to him not really thinking twice about it; though I hoped he would hurry so I wouldn’t be late to class.
“I am going to text my phone if that is ok?” He said shuffling his black backpack back and forth.
“That’s fine.” I said, wondering what that had to do with tracking his phone at all.
He text his phone, gave me a really half-assed thank you and then went on his merry way; I ran to class.
When I got to the classroom door I took out my phone to look at the time, with five minutes to spare I decided to see what he text himself.
Not Pray like Pray to God for this day which honestly would have been creepy enough.
Prey like he is the Predator and I am the Prey.
Be careful who you lend your phone to, people are CRAZY!
-ducksoup- 