The Wheels...

This is a problem for me. I call them my 'wheels.' Despite what your instincts might lead you to believe, they're not inanimate round objects that roll around and what not like the term 'wheel' would lead you to believe. They're people.

The wheels were started from a friend of mine named 'Mike' who is so involved in my relationship with my girlfriend that we called him our third wheel.

It later occurred to me that half of my friends were overly involved in this relationship and seemed to treat it like the group relationship rather than MY relationship. There were so many of these people that we named them the 'wheels' referring to the third wheel bit started by Mike.

I'll be attempted to have a nice moment with Catti, when suddenly something like this happens...

They poke around the corner, noticing us, thinking they need to come join us...

One of us notices them, and begins praying they change their minds or notices that we don't want them to bother us...

 

They don't notice...

Then I'm all like

Then they're like

And Catti's like

And it's all such a chaotic mess.

Anyways, so we're now skipping lunch to avoid the wheels. We now wait for their return. But this time, we'll be ready. The wheels shall not win next time we meet.


Til next time :33