Or something. We've all had those experiences where we find someone particularly attractive and we decide that we will leave notes and anonymous tokens of our affection in their locker. (at least, I hope I'm not the only one . . .) Well, today, that's just what I've decided to do.
Unfortunately, the locker I was targeting happens to be in a fairly crowded hallway, that only becomes empty during the five minutes right after lunch begins, when everyone is in the cafeteria or outside. This was when I determined to slip the note in. But, lucky me, the note wouldn't go in, and ruined my attempts to slide it through the vent quickly and nonchalantly. I tried to shove it in, but it wouldn't go, so I did my best to position it so that it wouldn't slide out or show. (you know, at the moment, I'm having a difficult time typing this so that it sounds decent and is grammatically correct. I think I'm failing) Having ungracefully succeeded in my quest, I went on my way, trying not to hyperventilate.