Phil stretched, reaching for the top book in his locker. He almost had it… just a little further…
“Dude, just ask for help, all right?” His friend plucked the book out and handed it to him like it was nothing at all. Then smiled.
“Thanks,” Phil mumbled, closing his shared locker. “Why the hell do they give the top shelves to us little guys?”
“What do you mean, ‘us little guys’?”
“Bite me, you know what I mean.”
His friend chuckled and shook his head. “They’re assholes?”
“Or they could be trying to inspire you?”
“Assholes sounds better.”