I was rudely distracted from my enthralling biochembo book when someone sat next to me and said 'Do you know where my friend is? He is sitting here. He is my friend. Do you know where he is?' To which I stared blankly at him and was like 'Em... no?'.
He then started to go through his 'friend's' bag, still repeating 'He's my friend', before standing up and walking off. It was then I noticed that he had the deathly, scrawny look of a (probable) junkie. He proceeded to sit in someone elses seat and claim he was waiting for his friend, whilst going through his bag.
In the end, there was a brave medical student that intervened:
Medical student: Em, you can't do that
Junkie: I'm waiting for my friend
Medical student: But you can't go through someones bag
Junkie: But I'm waiting for my friend
And then came the CLASSIC line
Medical student: You can't pick up that cake.
At this point, he decided to leave and I believe that the trusty medical school security guards (FINALLY, they spring into security action) dealt with him.
Excitement over, I had to return to my iron... And try to repress all thought exam related.
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