I'm attending high school band practice as a spectator. I arrived there with two car loads of band members, whom I'm friends with.
I'm starting to feel thirsty, so I look for my water bottle. But RD the tenor saxophone player has it. He rode in the other car. For some reason my water bottle was in that car, too.
I say, "It looks as though my water bottle has defected. It would rather be with you than with me." I'm chipper about it. RD responds, not in a mean way, "It looks that way." He chuckles. But he makes no effort to return it or even apologize or ask to use it.
Although I'm disappointed, I am not angry. These are my friends, and what's mine is theirs. Besides, playing saxophone must make one extremely thirsty.
I'm starting to feel thirsty, so I look for my water bottle. But RD the tenor saxophone player has it. He rode in the other car. For some reason my water bottle was in that car, too.
I say, "It looks as though my water bottle has defected. It would rather be with you than with me." I'm chipper about it. RD responds, not in a mean way, "It looks that way." He chuckles. But he makes no effort to return it or even apologize or ask to use it.
Although I'm disappointed, I am not angry. These are my friends, and what's mine is theirs. Besides, playing saxophone must make one extremely thirsty.
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