If you were travelling Northbound on University at 12:15 p.m., I'm sorry I inconvienced you
Not my favorite day ever...
I woke up this morning to find that my scholarships were absent from my financial aid awards(Thanks Nelda. You're an absolute peach)and was freaking out about the fact that I had no money and 1 food item left in the house and no gas...
which ties in to the title of this post, because as I was leaving to go put some gas in my, unbeknownst to me, COMPLETELY EMPTY gas tank with the money Eric and I got returned from the cable company, my car ran out right at the intersection of Austin street and University, mere feet from the Exxon I was attempting to reach. So rather than curse my luck, I flipped on the hazards and took flight to said Exxon in search of a gas tank with which to fill my truck, so I could get the remaining 30 feet to the fuel pump. Inside the store a portly "Gentleman"(in this instance a Large man in white Wife-beater, Jeans and Exxon shirt with the moniker "Hank") behind the counter was eating a snickers chocolate bar with apparent great difficulty, as the chocolate was smeared all over is gaping, yellowed maw and his collar was streaked with brown fingerprints. He rung up my gas tank purchase with a bit of sage advice:
"Day-em, College boy. Aint yer fancy degree teach'a that you got ta fill the truck with gas a'fore it'll go?"
To which I responded:
"Thank god somebody of your obviously epicurean status finally explained that concept to me. I was so busy with my neoclassicism research and Jungian analyses, and attempting to embrace a future with a pay-grade beyond nine dollars an hour to really wrap my mind around that. And by the way, it looks like you've been eating shit, fuck-tard."
And so I filled the tank, filled my truck and made it to Directing with 5 minutes to spare and even found out where my scholarships had gone too. As I alluded earlier, it seems our consummate record keeping virtuoso, sometimes referred to in passing as Nelda, didn't give my information to the Financial Aid office. But I don't blame her, she only has several student workers and a MONUMENTAL and COMPLEX workload, so there is no way she should be expected to keep track of important student information.
Oh well...I'm just venting. All these problems are solved now anyway, so there's no real point in complaining. I guess the Powers That Be saw that I opted on wearing a little eyeliner today and decided to make me earn my Emo wings with actual suffering.
But I did ace that gas station guy. Bangarang.
I woke up this morning to find that my scholarships were absent from my financial aid awards(Thanks Nelda. You're an absolute peach)and was freaking out about the fact that I had no money and 1 food item left in the house and no gas...
which ties in to the title of this post, because as I was leaving to go put some gas in my, unbeknownst to me, COMPLETELY EMPTY gas tank with the money Eric and I got returned from the cable company, my car ran out right at the intersection of Austin street and University, mere feet from the Exxon I was attempting to reach. So rather than curse my luck, I flipped on the hazards and took flight to said Exxon in search of a gas tank with which to fill my truck, so I could get the remaining 30 feet to the fuel pump. Inside the store a portly "Gentleman"(in this instance a Large man in white Wife-beater, Jeans and Exxon shirt with the moniker "Hank") behind the counter was eating a snickers chocolate bar with apparent great difficulty, as the chocolate was smeared all over is gaping, yellowed maw and his collar was streaked with brown fingerprints. He rung up my gas tank purchase with a bit of sage advice:
"Day-em, College boy. Aint yer fancy degree teach'a that you got ta fill the truck with gas a'fore it'll go?"
To which I responded:
"Thank god somebody of your obviously epicurean status finally explained that concept to me. I was so busy with my neoclassicism research and Jungian analyses, and attempting to embrace a future with a pay-grade beyond nine dollars an hour to really wrap my mind around that. And by the way, it looks like you've been eating shit, fuck-tard."
And so I filled the tank, filled my truck and made it to Directing with 5 minutes to spare and even found out where my scholarships had gone too. As I alluded earlier, it seems our consummate record keeping virtuoso, sometimes referred to in passing as Nelda, didn't give my information to the Financial Aid office. But I don't blame her, she only has several student workers and a MONUMENTAL and COMPLEX workload, so there is no way she should be expected to keep track of important student information.
Oh well...I'm just venting. All these problems are solved now anyway, so there's no real point in complaining. I guess the Powers That Be saw that I opted on wearing a little eyeliner today and decided to make me earn my Emo wings with actual suffering.
But I did ace that gas station guy. Bangarang.