Do you ever meet that random guy by the washrooms. some of us were told countless times by our teachers we could never catch anything. so in a sick way you must feel lucky to catch their glances, as they stagger out struggling with their zipper. A normal " niaje" breaks the silence & you curse it ; why it always have to be so fragile. you hold that thought & hesitate for a moment as though contemplating on wether to respond or not but its more of thinking on wether to exchange a fist for a pleasantry. i mean wtf dude? while they think maybe u tryna recall wea you " met" your thinking just why for fucks sake couldnt they struggle as much with their mouths as they zipper. sadly u respond anyway. get down to ur business then as you also stagger out do the exact same shit.