I hate it when...

So, today, in class, I took out a piece of gum. It was Orbit, mint mojito. I love Orbit, but the packages never seem to stay shut, so the gum suppyly depletes much faster than I'm eating it, and then a month later I find a stray piece of gum in my purse or backpack. So, I hate Orbit packages. Anyway, I pull out the gum, and notice that I'm chewing one of the last three pieces, but it's okay, I should be able to make it through the rest of the week. Just as I'm putting it back in my bag, this idiot that I don't even like one little bit who actually drives me nuts asks, "Hey, can I have a piece of that?" I was so mad! I felt like saying, what is it about me that makes you think that I want to give you a piece of gum? With every fiber of my being, I wanted to say no. I didn't even say anything. I tried to act totally miffed, I rolled my eyes, pulled out the next to last piece, and handed it to him without a word. It was the guy who made me suffocate on the fieldrip. GRRR! The nerve of some people. I hate hate hate it when people ask me for gum, with the exception of the secretaries I work with, my close friends, my family, A, and my primary kids when they are having a hard time focusing in sharing time.