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the_mooching_chronicles
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Today:
-A pen from a Financial Aid and Awards rep (she couldn't answer my question, but the pen was good)
-Two folders from a bin of free books in the linguistics/languages dept. (They also had some Spanish books I might like, but I'm heading to choir and my bags are pretty full.)
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Yesterday, Spanish books from the same box. For Mom. The interesting-looking linguistics books were taken.
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-TA meeting for our department. Mooched: two candy canes, two bottles of bubbly. As in Bubly, Michael Bublé's punnishly-named brand of tonic water. (Or soda. But these are just flavoured, not sugary, and should soda be sugary? Semantics, semantics.)
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-A very small brownie from a table promoting the Art Matters festival
-A cup and a half of water from a closed jug with floating citrus slices. This was in the library auditorium on a cloth-covered table, so probably leftover catering from some conference or other. The table also had a few small, slightly convex, opaque bottles that looked like they should contain yogurt drinks but instead claimed to hold popcorn. I feared to investigate.
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-The graduate students' office. I'm not a graduate student (not here and now), but one of them offered it to me for my online tutoring class (thank you, Sandy!)
She also said I could take one of the snacks on the shelf, granola bars and such; self-conscious of my technical trespassing, however, I left such dainties unmooched.
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-Yesterday night, at the pub after theatre practice. I ordered only a half pint of cider, no food, but my mouth was watering at the fries others got. I bided my time. When people started dispersing, I seized two baskets and gobbled the remaining fries.
...Those verbs are way too violent! But I did eat the semi-abandoned fries. It was hard to mooch when the table was more thickly populated, since I wasn't in the middle of the group but near the end of the table with people my parents' age.
At first I didn't like being there. I felt the lure of the popular - the populated - the young and middle sections of the table of life. I thought I'd be bored. But then I got into a fascinating talk with British-born Daveen and her husband and friend (partly sad, when it touched on the parting and/or death of pets, but still nice).
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