It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and This is my Story

While Greece brought many good times, it also meant that I was forced to spend a considerable amount of time with people I cannot stand.

I was forced to room with two of such people. I was in Mexico when the rooms were determined for Greece. I was defenceless, vulnerable. I returned to find that I would room with Laura and Megan, news that was met with profound disappointment.

I like to think that I’m generally an easy-going person. I’m peaceful, I don’t like to initiate arguments. I prefer to get my point across in a series of subtle and not-so-subtle hints.

Laura’s friends (who are about as annoying as she is) were perpetually in our room. I would lend them my magazines, to receive them back with crosswords and the like completed. I allowed them to listen to my iPod, just to get it back on the very last leg of its battery life. This resulted in no music for my flight home. I was understandably pissed.

And it must have been a miracle, because with a mere sip of an alcoholic beverage Laura would claim that she was completely trashed. What was humorous at first soon became agitating, as she would begin to describe her ‘drunken’ tales that had obviously never occurred.

And she never got any of my hints. Not even the not-so-subtle ones.

She assumed that the ‘one-sip-Laura’ nickname was one made in fun.

As I was standing on an elevator, she began to walk toward me.
‘Where are you going?’ She asked.
‘AWAY FROM YOU!!!!’ I countered, and began to press the ‘Close doors’ button in a fluster.
‘Close, close. dammit!’ I yelled in frustration as I profusely hammered on the button.
‘Oh Tori, you’re so funny.’ She giggled as the doors shut in her face.

I was, if for only a second, safe.