The Burst of Times

Story Sent in by Myrna:

I was at the movies with Dan. We had each bought sodas and had sat down to watch the film.

After about five minutes, Dan reached over and switched our cups in the cupholders. He then drank my soda.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.


"But that's mine."

"It's mine, now."

He drank it all the way down in seconds, until he made that your-date's-cup-is-out-of-fluid-slurpy sound. It was a medium-sized cup, and I had a feeling he'd need to use the bathroom before long.

I drank from my new (formerly his) cup. It was okay, but not what I had wanted. He reached over just once to grab for it, but I moved it to the far armrest, out of his reach. He didn't try again.

I was amazed that he didn't leave to use the bathroom once during the film, but as soon as it ended, he jolted up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. Give me your drink."

"No. It's mine, now."

He didn't respond, possibly because he looked like he was about to explode at any moment. While he was in the bathroom, I didn't wait up for him and I left.


  1. Good move OP. You didn't want to follow that out of a crowded movie theater.

  2. ^ Seriously almost used the same bit! You're like my brother from another mother TOL!


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