My plan was to ride my bike to class today, since $125 for a parking pass is a little steep and I live approximately very few minutes away from campus. My bike, however, has two flat tires. Therefore, I opted for the campus shuttle, which conveniently passes right in front of the University Village, and goes directly to the Social Work building (which, of course, is where my accounting class is). It worked out quite nicely, and I arrived at my class 20 minutes early, which is my custom.
Unfortunately, the higher education world is not known for catering to students who work full-time jobs and try to take all their classes in the evening. Thus, campus shuttles stop running at 6:00PM. I therefore requested that my dear spouse pick me up after class. (So I know this may seem lazy, but gimme a break. I go straight to class after work, my class gets out at 9, so I'm looking at about 8 hours since my last meal. No way am I walking home.)
As I sat on the steps in front of the Social Work building, my mind wandered to the Huevos Rancheros that my BFF had agreed to make for dinner, and so I suppose I was a little distracted. I emerged from my
That is to say, I got halfway in. There was an abundance of miscellaneous crap on the passenger seat and on the floor. I was more than a little irritated, because didn't she know someone would be sitting there very soon?! No, actually. She didn't know. Because "she" was not Mary. She was an extremely frightened Chinese young lady who I'm sure was wondering who this strange man was and why he was getting into her car. I uttered a quick apology, and shut the door as she sped off.
My bad... my bad*.
*Then again... why the heck did she stop at that green light?! I mean, she's really not helping dispel the stereotypes, is she?