Sometimes I am a socially awkward person. Other times, I am so socially awkward that it’s a wonder I function at all.
Today, I passed an unusual sight when I left the Residence Life Office after serving my penance of an office shift for late paperwork. A guy who looked like a regular college student sat on a stone bench outside of the School of Management with a cardboard sign that read, “LOOKING FOR HUMAN KINDNESS” in black sharpie.
It was freezing outside, and the Commonwealth Avenue wind tunnel probably knocked a few more degrees off even that. In one of my lesser thought out moments, I decided to round the corner to my apartment and make two cups of tea, one for me and one for this poor guy that looked like he was trapped in some Psychology class experiment gone wrong. Lacking disposable cups, I poured the hot water into two red solo cups and dropped in a couple tea bags.
Five minutes later, I am standing on the sidewalk looking like I wandered out of a mid-day party. The guy was nowhere in sight, and here I am, holding two burning solo cups of tea in my hands. At a loss, I returned to the office I had left fifteen minutes before to hand the tea off to some unsuspecting souls. I gave one cup to the student worker. I didn’t want the other cup, but one boss was on the phone and the other was in a closed-door meeting with a fellow Resident Assistant.
I paced around the office with my solo cup. Finally, I had a(nother lesser thought out) idea. Grabbing a piece of paper, I scribbled, “Would you like a cup of tea?” and held it up to the window of the sealed office. The note was only visible to my boss, as the other RA had his back to the window. My boss looked between the sign and my desperate expression then slowly shook his head, baffled.
By this point, the tea was cold, and there was no use offering it to anyone else, so I dumped it out and scampered my embarrassed self out of that mess.
To the guy in front of the School of Management: I’m sorry I missed you, and if you were in fact doing that for a class and ever have to do it again, I would gladly bring you tea.
To the people on the sidewalk: Don’t judge me. You have no idea why I am holding solo cups. You might just be jealous.
To the workers of the Residence Life office: I am so sorry for awkward-ing up the room. I hope you liked the tea. *hides face for at least a week*