I'm home for break, but was told I would have a new neighbor when I came back. I'm mildly excited because he or she is replacing the guy I've not-so-affectionately nicknamed the NRApist. I'm hoping that the awkward hallway conversations with my new neighbor suck less.

In reality, Murphy's Law decrees that the only person I will ever run into is my perpetually shirtless old creepy neighbor who probably won't move out until I do, and then only for stalking purposes. Conversations with him go approximately like this:

Creeper: Lost?

Me: I'm still in my doorway, which, coincidentally, you're standing right outside of for reasons that are probably a cause for concern. I'm leaving now, have a nice day.

Creeper: Be sure to change in front of your window again tonight. 

Me: Be sure to stop ignoring the tip jar on my patio.

Creeper: Want a drink? (creepy wink)

Me: It's pronounced "roofie" not "drink."

Creeper: Didn't hear a "no."

Me: Gross, no. 

Creeper: Whatever, I'll see you at 1:37 when you get back from class!


This is how I hope conversations with my new neighbor go:

New Neighbor: Who were you talking to? 

Me: The fictional characters that are my imaginary friends. 

New Neighbor: Let me guess, one is a talking unicorn? 

Me: Yeah, how did you know? 

New Neighbor: The debate of whether or not having a horn aided significantly in reducing the aerodynamic drag created by the equine form in flight was a tip off.

Me: Dammit, Moonbeam always talks so loudly. Sorry about that.

New Neighbor: I calculated the maximum possible velocity of a 1500-pound flying horse vs. a 1500-pound flying unicorn… the difference is minimal.

Moonbeam: Huzzah, I am as awkward in flight as a common pony. I'm going to go stab things with my horn now. Farewell, mortals.

New Neighbor: That sounds delightful, may we accompany you?

Moonbeam: T'would be an honor. Also I'm just going to the Cloud of Endless Calorie-Free Waffles. Stabbing people is mean.

Then we all ride off into the sunset. We accidentally skewer my creepy neighbor on our way out but no one cares because he's a douchecanoe.

The end!

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