Thank you, Cocoa Pup, you know your praise means a lot to me. But the fact is, people don't even know what happened, except for the girl who was sitting right next to me--it was on a break, and we were speaking quietly. I almost wish I HAD thrown a fucking fit and had my eight-minute anxiety attack RIGHT THERE. Then he would at least have realized I was UPSET.

Know what? This asshole reminds me of the pastor from my old school. Different dogma, same smarmy self-righteousness, same control issues, same inability to realize when and how he hurts people. God.