Juxtapose

Back in the day, before my left knee really started to bother me and my father offered to chop it off and fit me with a wheel to relieve the pain, I didn't have the nickname I have now. Before the wheel-in-place-of-a-left-leg joke rendered me helpless within the clutches of the nickname, "Scooter," which perserveres even today, I was referred to occasionally as "Twinkie The Kid" by my parents. Now, since the actual Twinkie is my new roomie, I figured we might as well try and get to know each other better. So, I mean, I took time out of my busy schedule to give some time to my new friend. I kept up a steady stream of conversation for a bit, but he seemed pretty bored. I mean, come on. I'm sharing my room with the guy - a little respect, please? You'd think he would be grateful. But no. No, not at all. In fact, he was so rude as to pull the, "Hey, what's that thing up there in the sky?" routine, which I didn't think was very funny at all. I tried to, ya know, laugh off the situation, like I wasn't hurt by his sophomoric prank and the fact that I fell for it. A girl has gotta save face sometimes, or else she'll just crack.

However, after several attempts at lightening the mood, my annoyance got the better of me. Not to mention, I was pretty hungry.