Shameless basta*d

Ever came across a situation whereby another party, one in which you barely know comes by your desk while you're away for a bit getting something, picks your stuff up and starts using it without the decency of even asking?

Came across one such person today.. a classmate of mine actually.. one whom I didn't even know existed till about a week back. Came straight to my lappy, plonked his ass down on one of the seats and shamelessly used it without the slightest hint of embarrassment.. and did I mention him asking me for my password? That's the least he could have done.. you'd have thought that most would have had a better upbringing.. what in the world did his parents even teach him if even this wasn't screwed into him.. if that wasn't enough, he graciously told a couple of girls that they could borrow the lappy once he was "done" with it.. like man.... wtf... so suddenly it becomes part of his possession? Lemme just digress haha.. when told the lappy was mine by another classmate of mine the highly superficial "plastics" became all warm and extremely friendly, one reason, to borrow the lappy... people just never cease to amuse me.. I know I've had my share of superficials.. so much as to.. I really don't give a damn.. like me, love me or detest me.. its your choice.. and its mine to ignore. Call me an obstinate creature but I'm way pass that stage.. one whereby I would hate to be ignored.. maturity? Ah! Probably so.

Okay back to the shameless little man.. he actually had the cheek to gimme a pissed look when I told him that I had to use MY lappy so now I gotta get permission to tough my stuff... and yeah instead he took my mobile and started browsing and poking his nose into my stuff... sorry huns.. be glad I'm tolerating.. just don't test my limits.. I just don't want things to get ugly given my horrid temper.. quiet and demure I may appear.. you really don't wanna see the other side.. the ugly rear.. my ugly rear.

I can't imagine how such people can even exist.. do they not understand basic coutersy?

Ironic ain't it?