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For a recent assignment in class, I was handed a 12-pack of Pepsi with the instructions to give it away and document the responses. Being the outrageously shy person that I am, I opted to place my 12-pack outside of the student cafeteria around 10:30am with a note that said “Free! Please take only 1!” I, then, set up camp a few feet away and did what I do best: creep.

For the first half an hour, it was completely dead. A few people walked by, but no one really noticed my social experiment or they looked at it like it was poisoned. One student, a large African American male, examined the box of pop, but much to my disappointment, walked away empty handed.

I was feeling discouraged and worried that I would have to find a new method of handing out the pop. Then, the doors to the caf opened and the action began.

The first pop was taken by a mystery student in the crowd. I was frustrated with myself for missing the first taken can because I only had one job, to watch my pop, and I already screwed that up.

Next, a male and a female coach, possibly cross country, walked up to the table together and looked at my display.

“Free, please take one. Why, yes I will!” she announced to the other coach. “I want to tweet that right now. It’s going to be a good day, just got a free can of Pepsi.”

Luckily, her impromptu advertisement caused other students to wander over to the pop.

Another large, African American male took a can and his friends, always looking out for a brother, warned him that someone probably shook them up. He simply replied, “I ‘don’ curr. Still dranks.” He, then, opened it and started drinking. He picked up the 12-pack, and it seemed like he was considering taking the whole thing, but he set it back down

The first large African American male who previously examined the pop but walked away, came out of the caf after what was sure to have been a hearty meal. Seeing a crowd of fellow large males surrounding my helpless pop, he made his way over again. This time, instead of just walking away, he stuffed his arms with four cans and laughed to his buds about his dangerous endeavor.

“Ha ha, boy you nuts!” exclaimed one of the men, surely on the Dean’s List, who surrounded my pop.

“No one’s gonna know! Shit, it’s not like they still hurr!” he replied, in eloquence.

Smirking to myself in the irony, I placed my computer back in my bag. I had seen enough. I wandered out of the building with a knowing smile on my face and an affirmation in my hatred of humanity.