Today, I encountered one of the stupidest, most ridiculous examples of teenage selfishness and drama that I’ve ever seen.
I was sitting in the gymnasium’s floor, watching a video on my iPod. A quarter falls next to my leg and I pick it up and put it in my purse. I looked up to see a boy standing on the track above me, leaning over the railing, glaring at me. I returned my attention to my iPod and then feet arrive in my line of vision. I paused my movie and looked at the kid. His hand was outstretched down towards me, and he was still glaring.
“I want my quarter back!” He said.
“You went to the trouble of coming all the way down here for 25 cents?”
“Give me my quarter back! Now!”
“Are you serious? What are you gonna get with it, a gumball?”
…And he proceeded to call me all sorts of (un)flattering kinds of names and making a show about it.
It really wasn’t worth the huge ordeal that he was making it, so I dug out my coinpurse to return his measly $.25. While doing so, my mind was racing through ideas of how I could totally own him, like handing him a nickel or something instead. Now that I think about it, I should have given him 25 cents in nickels and dimes. But I didn’t.
I gave him two quarters.
I gave him two?
I don’t know why, but I gave him back twice as much as he asked for. I handed the quarters to him and returned to my video. In my peripheral, I saw him turn angrily and then quickly stop to look at his hand. For a moment, I wondered if he might actually say something about it. But of course, he didn’t.
The type to make that big of a deal about some one returning his own quarter wouldn’t bother to even think about returning some one else’s.