Anita 2

A few days later, I'm sitting in SUB, trying to wrap my head around one of the cases for Accounting class.
Stanley, who I recognize from the Geology Dignity demo, approaches. Polite tone, "mind if I join you?"
I smile wanly, "I so lack talent dealing with debit and credit; yet it's a required course. Yes, I'd welcome a break."
We small talk on doings in Geology. After a bit, he says, "I recall you were mentioning thinking of moonlighting."
"Do you know of anything?"
"My aunt called me yesterday, she owns the Caffeine Cave. Asked if I knew anyone looking, she needs average of three evenings a week." Sees my confused look, "that is in the gayborhood, is that a problem to you?"
I shrug, "no of course not, I'm not prejudiced like lots. And I do hear there is less crime there."
Bright smile, I'm guessing he's a real gay, picks up his cell, "I'd be happy to phone her right now, arrange a time for interview, if you like."
"Thank you so much, that's kind. Textbooks ended up costing more than anticipated."
And so, after class I ride the metro from university station to downtown, then transfer onto the line heading to the gayborhood.
I've just disembarked at my correct stop, head to the escalator, when I spot a commotion on the down escalator. Rioters toting homemade weaponry are being pursued by riot cops toting factory made.
To tell the truth, I don't even know who fired first, but that's irrelevent. The concrete walls give lots of ricochet.
My last thoughts, as I feel and see green blood gushing all over me, are how careless I really am. A more astute person would read the student paper all the time, know when to avoid this neighborhood. I idly wonder how many of the survivors will find themselves expelled from uni.