I’ve totally done this.
It’s not gonna come as a surprise to anyone looking at cartoons that maybe their author wasn’t exactly an alpha male in middle school, and they’d be right looking at these: I was a nerd. But most all of us get our chance to shine in the asshole sun.
And really, when you see a seventh-grader board the bus, take a deep breath, and get visibly ready for a full-tilt run towards the back seat…
…I mean, I had people pull this crap on me all the time. I even had a little working empathy in me still. And I liked the kid! Seriously. Not a good friend, but definitely a non-hostile acquaintance. No previous hostilites whatsoever. (None after, I should add.) I felt bad the moment I gave into the temptation. I could see it coming. I knew I could not resist.
Foot out just in time. Total faceplant.
Darius Holbert, you can’t possibly be reading this, but please accept my apology for tripping you on the bus. Or maybe I apologize because of all the bad things I did in middle school (nerds don’t get many opportunities, but let’s just say nerds enforce the violence inherent in the system whenever they can, especially in 8th grade) it’s the only thing I still kind of laugh about. It really… was… perfect.