"Hey! Why don't you stop bogarting my ticket?!"
"What did you say?"
"... Stop bogarting my ticket?"
"What does that even mean?"
"Hogging."
"..."
"Hogging? To hog?"
"..."
"It means, 'May I have my ticket, please?'"
"You're weird."
"I know."
(Tonight marks a monumentous occassion, for tonight is the first night I shall ever attend a Reds game, EVER, despite having lived in Cincinnati for nigh on seven years now. A fact which caused my coworker to call me a horrible human being. And I WOULD have called him an ass in return but the new girl was there and we're supposed to act all nice and not strange around the new girl. But he's a short, stubby bastard!)
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