My friggin' little brother was following me all the way.
So here's the deal. While I was ready to go out to jog, he (and he's only 10!) viciously asks for a rubber band for no apparent reason even though he is perfectly capable of getting one himself.
Always one for the sarcasm, I fling back the suggestion that if he would make me a glass of lemonade, complete with icecubes, then I would get him the rubber band.
Being the stingy little bastard (always has, always will be) he is, I was completely caught off guard when he marched into the kitchen and promptly returned 5 minutes later with a glass of lemonade (complete with icecubes!) in his hand and asked for the rubber band. Having no choice but to submit, I opened the drawer for a rubber band.
But, as my hand was reaching for it, he quickly grabbed one himself and walked off.
Thinking nothing of it, I went outside and began running.
But after a few minutes, I was beginning to wonder who was following me on a red-wheeled Razor scooter that seemed SO familiar.
It was my little brother.
Very ticked off at this point, I asked him what the hell he wanted, and he replied that he was following me since I failed to give him the rubber band since HE HIMSELF took it before I could grab it, and therefore I still had to "pay him back" for the lemonade he made.
Worse still, after I yelled at him for that ridiculous claim, he started acting and talking like a mentally challenged person and shout "cute random" things to get off the hook.
Needless to say, My heart rate was 30 BPM above usual and I burned 200 more calories than usual.
My Chest hurts...