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I decided to study in Westwood, and ended up engaging my family in a small adventure.
I parked my car at the apartments. While picking up books from the trunk, I closed the trunk with my car keys inside. For reasons I do not understand, the whole car locked automatically, leaving my purse and phone inside. After a few moments of quietly squealing, "shit!" I had a game plan: call someone to get my spare keys. Thankfully, I still have a few people's phone numbers memorized: my dad, Bobby, an aunt, and Bryant's godmother. These are all numbers I had memorized before I started programing everything into my phone. There was still the small issue of finding a phone I could use.
I decided to forget about any potential embarrassment, and walked into the UCLA Blood and Platelet Center. I donate blood there on a regular basis*, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I explained the situation to the people at the front desk, and they let me use their phone. My dad picked up his cell phone, and said he'd call my mom to drop off the spare set of keys. We agreed to meet at the Starbucks on Broxton, and I walked over. In the meantime, I did a couple sets of multiple choice problems from the 1 book I took out of the car before it locked.
My mom showed up a couple hours later. One problem: she brought the wrong set of keys. Bryant had a Corolla before he wrecked it, and she brought the keys to his old car. Now, we called Bryant to pick up the correct set of keys, and drive them to Westwood. We had tea, and I studied for a bit. Later, we went to a vintage shop. I bought a black cashmere t-shirt.
Bryant arrived with the right set of keys and a female friend. I grabbed my purse from the car, thankful that my car had not been broken into, and then we went to Gushi. This place is a vaguely shady Korean BBQ joint, and you could definitely tell my mom had never been there before because it took her almost 10 minutes to order. Afterwards, we went for ice cream at the illustrious Diddy Riese. We all drove home in our separate cars.
*I should probably donate tomorrow as a token of my gratitude.
PS: Today I remembered when I walked in on my boss watching porn. I was 19, and it's still weird.
I parked my car at the apartments. While picking up books from the trunk, I closed the trunk with my car keys inside. For reasons I do not understand, the whole car locked automatically, leaving my purse and phone inside. After a few moments of quietly squealing, "shit!" I had a game plan: call someone to get my spare keys. Thankfully, I still have a few people's phone numbers memorized: my dad, Bobby, an aunt, and Bryant's godmother. These are all numbers I had memorized before I started programing everything into my phone. There was still the small issue of finding a phone I could use.
I decided to forget about any potential embarrassment, and walked into the UCLA Blood and Platelet Center. I donate blood there on a regular basis*, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I explained the situation to the people at the front desk, and they let me use their phone. My dad picked up his cell phone, and said he'd call my mom to drop off the spare set of keys. We agreed to meet at the Starbucks on Broxton, and I walked over. In the meantime, I did a couple sets of multiple choice problems from the 1 book I took out of the car before it locked.
My mom showed up a couple hours later. One problem: she brought the wrong set of keys. Bryant had a Corolla before he wrecked it, and she brought the keys to his old car. Now, we called Bryant to pick up the correct set of keys, and drive them to Westwood. We had tea, and I studied for a bit. Later, we went to a vintage shop. I bought a black cashmere t-shirt.
Bryant arrived with the right set of keys and a female friend. I grabbed my purse from the car, thankful that my car had not been broken into, and then we went to Gushi. This place is a vaguely shady Korean BBQ joint, and you could definitely tell my mom had never been there before because it took her almost 10 minutes to order. Afterwards, we went for ice cream at the illustrious Diddy Riese. We all drove home in our separate cars.
*I should probably donate tomorrow as a token of my gratitude.
PS: Today I remembered when I walked in on my boss watching porn. I was 19, and it's still weird.