I was walking with Mark to our cars after class today and he told me about his plans for a date he has this Saturday. We go to cross the street and a couple girls walk in front of us, cutting us off. Mark, unperturbed by other matter occupying a space in which he wanted to be, keeps going at the same speed, so he and one of the girls bump into each other. Maybe one of the girls apologized, I don’t remember, but Mark, still plowing on, cries “Watch out people!” which, after a surprised pause, made me laugh. I mean sure, we all think such things or even grumble incoherently under our breath, but we don’t say them aloud. Or at least I don’t, because I worry people will think I’m rude or something. Mark didn’t sound annoyed-rude, more like dry, why-don’t-people-watch-where-they’re-going amused. One of the girls apparently heard Mark, because she looked back over her shoulder with this annoyed look on her face and I tried to not laugh so obviously for fear she’d think I was laughing at her. So after the girl looks back at us, though I don’t think Mark noticed, he cries “Big blue man coming through!” due to wearing a large, puffy UK-blue coat. We’re across the road at this point and I can’t stop laughing. As we branch off to go to our different cars, I continue our conversation about his upcoming date with “You do have a way with women, Mark.”