Scene from a Bad Movie #1

My friend and I had met a friendly Muse fanatic at the concert, whom we were talking to when a tall asshole shoved his way in front of us.

"Dick," my friend muttered, rubbing the place on her arm that he had just elbowed.

"That's hard to do if you're not mean," I said; we were packt like sardines in a crushd tin box.

"Or if you don't have a great excuse," our new acquaintance added.

"Yeah... it probably helps to fake a terminal disease or something, like, 'Excuse me, I have cancer'," I said, laughing.

"Totally," the girl said, "You know, I did that when I actually had cancer, and no one believed me."

At this point, God could have either given up on his joke on me or melted me into the floor, but unfortunately, he did neither.