Back to School

There I was standing in the middle of the street three guys yelling at me about some kind of candy bar, a snickers. I had no idea what was going on except that there were three really big heavily pissed off guys yelling at me because I bought the last snickers. I tried to explain what happened and for some reason it came out in a British accent.

"I'm sorry if you wanted this snickers, but I was here first."

As soon as I said it the biggest one, who seemed to be the guy who wanted the snickers in the first place, lunged at me. The other two immediately held him back probably saving me a trip to the emergency room. While I walked down the street away from The Korner Store and those guys I ran into someone. Literally.

THUD

The man I just hit stood up and looked me right in the eye and said.

"Nigel what the hell are you doin? Watch where you're goin' next time."

This confused me since I just recently found out that I was a British guy named Nigel who gets into arguments with complete strangers over chocolate bars. I kept walking since I didn't want to deal with anything at the moment. A few minutes passed when suddenly I disappeared. In my exact position appeared me, except instead of being British I was now an angry midget that appeared to have turrets syndrome. I wandered around for a while finding out exactly what it was like to be a midget. It is not all that great when you are in a crowd you can't see anything and no one can see you, not to mention the total lack of power. Being suddenly British was bad enough and incredibly confusing but then immediately turning into an angry midget with turrets syndrome really messed with my head. I decided that the best thing for me to do while in this condition was to get out of public and try to figure out what is going on.

"This don't make no sense!"

Turrets syndrome is not much fun either but in this case it was accurate it did not make any sense. I went home and sat down on the couch trying to figure out what was going on. I kept spontaneously yelling out expletives randomly which really began to annoy me. I was trying to think about why I was a midget at the time but I decided later on to start at the beginning, with why I had become British earlier that same day. I couldn't think of any reasons so I went out and yelled gibberish at complete strangers. This calmed me down and amused me for a little while. There wasn't much for me to do so I kept wandering around being confused and yelling at everyone and everything.

Eventually during my wanderings I met up with the three guys that were yelling at me back when I was British. Being an angry midget I rushed at the formerly hungry one and head butted him in the stomach. The fight was on...

"ENHHHHH!"

"ENHHHHH!"

"ENHHHHH!"

"SMACK!"

"AHH crap I gotta go to school."