ugh... people can be so high school sometimes.

Just got table trumped by a sorority.

What I mean is, we had a table reservation for our bake sale, and they set up anyway, and when I went to discuss this with the reservation office, their solution was to move OUR table, rather than saying anything about the other group. Now we're in an inconvenient location competing with a bake sale full of *in girly gay voice* super awesome baked goods* and pretty girls, and all we have are chocolate chip cookies and cup cakes with awesome video-game referenced designs. (One looks like a 1up Mushroom :D)

So, we're fucked, and I'm stuck here looking like a tool.