Earlier today a kid came and got a package. He walked away for a while before coming back with an empty box and asking where he could find a place to throw away cardboard. I told him that there was a cardboard dumpster in the back of the building.

A few hours later, M and I left work to go to class and left out the front of the building where I was dismayed to see that he had just ditched the box at a bike rack. I was instantly tempted to hold onto it and write him a new package slip for his empty box to teach him a lesson.

Later, during the mandatory meeting for everyone in my major, this kid took a seat next to me and proceeded to talk to me about how he was going to score a “fuckin’ O” for “like 130 bucks” from some guy named Tim with a handlebar mustache, and that if he worked in the mail room he would just smoke weed back here all day.

In conclusion, can anyone tell me what a “fuckin’ O” is?