Sarcastically Sweet

I am a firm believer in not letting yourself get completely walked on because you are too afraid of saying something mean. I have almost perfected saying what I want to in semi-nice way. I truly believe that it is an art. My mom sometimes tells me things just so that I will say something to people. Really though, I sometimes wish that I could be a little nicer and not let things bother me, but then I look at some of my friends that just deal with their circumstances and in the process don't ever get their way. Let your voice be heard my friends!!! Let me give you a for example of what I am talking about.



Setting: St. Johns High School basketball games. St. Johns vs. Alchesay



Main Characters: Narrator (a.k.a me, Taytum)

3 girls from Alchesay



Scene: There's a big messy problem, and narrator decides to fix it.



While sitting at the SJ vs. Alchesay games I look down the row from me, and there are sunflower seeds EVERYWHERE! First of all, ew. Second of all, the gym (although it may smell like it sometimes) is not a barn! Not only were there seeds on the row down from me, but on the two rows in front of that. Gross, spit-out-of-the-mouth seeds covering three rows of bleachers. I look, and sure enough it isn't any of our fans that have created the mess, it is three reservation girls from Alchesay. Not only does it bother me because it is a germy mess, but they are on the HOME team side. Go sit on the VISITOR side! Someone needs to post signs to direct people to their appropriate areas....in Taytum's "perfect world" there would be. But, moving on.

As I sit fuming, I decide something should be done about this. I don't think Mr. Holden, the custodian should have to clean up that kind of mess. If you were to look at the rest of the stands there are a few wrappers and soda cans here and there, but no mess like this. I decide to take action into my own hands. Mr. Holden is down by the door closest to me so I get up to go talk to him. As I go, I pass the three girls. I stop and say in my nicest school teacher way,

"Ladies, would you like me to get a broom for you to clean up this? We don't make these kinds of messes here."

They look at me completely dumbfounded. I don't think they could believe someone said anything at all to them. Partly because they mess up their own places and the other reason they were in disbelief was because I don't think they ever thought they would be held accountable for their mess. Surprisingly, they all shook their heads or said yes they would clean it up.

I continued down to Mr. Holden and told him about the mess and that if he would give them a little broom or something they would clean it up for him. He was like, "Really?" And I said yes. I showed him which girls, and they had already gotten on their hands and knees and were picking it up with their hands!

The End.

I was so proud of myself. See if I hadn't done that, it would have been left there. Totally rude. I figured I'd rather take a chance and have some girls I don't even know think I am mean, then to sit there and fume and know that someone else would have to pick up their spitty seed shells.
If I had to do it again, I would.