a dirty look works for once

sitting outside the union, doing last minute reading b/t classes... ah, the day is beautiful. Birds singing...hum of students as they pass me by. Quietly reading, enjoying my solitude amidst the bustle... Then... YACK! YACK! YACK! Two bitches sit NEXT to me (forgetting there are OH SO MANY other places not located directly next to someone in deep concentration) yacking their fucking heads off as if they need everyone in the world to hear their conversation! Solution: Headphones and Sarah McLachlan...I shoot them a smug "I win" look. Back to reading with a nice soundrack heightens my absorption of Emmanual Levinas on theology and God's absence from western philosophy... I deeply inhale the sweet spring air...yum... YUCK! My lungs fill with smoke... my eyes dart over past the gabbling hacks and a girl is taking deep drags off a nasty cigarette... I picture the commercial about the receivers of second-hand smoke blowing smoke out of their own mouths... I wonder how to show her this at this very moment... Instead I shoot her a dirty "you are slowly killing me look" and wait... she gets up and leaves. SHE GETS UP AND LEAVES?! That never happens... ...that must have been some dirty look...or quite the coincidence.