Story Sent in by Eugene:
Sandra was a very attractive but quiet girl with whom I went to high school. We had a lot of the same friends, and she always acted a bit shy around me. That, in turn, increased my interest in her, and I did my part to engage her in conversation, finally chipping through enough so that we could be called friends.
It was around this time that our high school was gearing up for a Day of Silence (www.dayofsilence.org). A Day of Silence is an event in which students take a vow of silence for a single school day to draw attention to anti-LGBT bullying. A noble cause, and a noble event. Not every student participated (Sandra and I did), but many did, and our school was supportive.
A week before the Day of Silence, I asked Sandra out to dinner. She named the evening of the Day of Silence as a good time to meet up. As the event was (as I understood it) meant to draw attention to bullying in school, I believe the general plan was to go back to speaking after classes were over.
The event went well, and after the final bell rang, I sought Sandra to confirm plans for the evening. When I found her, she remained silent, but confirmed the details by nodding her head. I thought about asking her, "Are you going to be silent the whole time?" but further thought that that would be bad taste, and so I went on my way. I assumed that she wouldn't have agreed to the date that night if she was going to be silent for it.
Well, my mistake. She remained silent through all of dinner, leaving me to do all the talking. At one point, I think I even asked her, "If you were planning to be silent the whole time, then why did you tell me that tonight would be a good night for this?"
Her response? Silence.
I tried to make the best of it, and cracked some jokes that made her smile. I thought that maybe if I gave her a good enough impression, she'd break the silence and we could still salvage the evening.
I guess I didn't try hard enough, because she was quiet the whole time. When the food was served, though, she certainly opened her mouth for that.
I had originally planned on treating her, but due to the circumstances (it was really like I was out on a date with myself), I had decided to ask her to split the check. When it arrived, I glanced it over and then slid it to her.
She gaped at me, and to help her out, I said, "I think you owe $12 or $13."
She took out a pen and wrote a message on a paper napkin, then slid it to me.
She had written, "Silent people can't pay. Sorry."
I looked at her note for several moments, then up at her. She gave me a what-are-you-gonna-do shrug.
Was she seriously pulling this? After I spent all of dinner talking for two? No way. Not happening. I was fed up.
I said, "Then silent people shouldn't have eaten. Pay up."
She gave me a bug-eyed stare, but when it was clear that I was serious, she gave a closed-mouth groan and pulled out her wallet.
Oddly enough, for the rest of the school year, long after the Day of Silence, she continued to give me the silent treatment.
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