Touché

So, there's one kid who lives in my building who went to my high school. Actually, there are many more high school people who live here (too many) but they do not factor into this story. Anyway, this particular guy never fails to make some sort of sarcastic, douchebag-y comment at me, so I've learned to never be without a prompt retort. Clever ones, like "Shut up!" or "Don't talk to me!"

A couple of days ago, I was walking down the stairs with a group of people and he was walking up the stairs with a group of people. He says, "What's up?" and I respond with a swift and scathing "WHAT?!"

Then he didn't say anything else, so I quickly added, "Up. What up? That's what I meant to say..." Of course, then I was the one who looked like a jerk when he was trying to be nice. Great.

Or...maybe he wasn't trying to be nice at all! Maybe he'd planned that all out just so I WOULD look like a jerk! Oh, well played, sir, well played.