Reading Sir Terry Prachett's works and having it just passed of as 'light reading' at University. -- Anon Guest
She opened the book to read it and relax while she had her lunch and a coffee. Unfortunately, it was also dudebro o'clock, and a man-child had to come and comment on her material.
"You're reading that? I thought you were intelligent..."
Sue put the book by Sir Pterry down and glared at him. She had never met this man before, didn't know his name, and would be glad to never know that this man-child existed. "Have we met?"