Two Interesting Interactions
1. When I came home two weekends ago, I was driving home from a Camp Luther retreat when I passed a highway patroller. I looked at my speedometer and realized I was going fast...80, in a 65...I slowed down and pulled over, he didn't even have to put his lights on.
Mr. Patrolman walked up to the car and fixed the windshield wiper (which was broken and hanging off the side of the car) and then asked me for my license and proof of insurance. I apologized, thinking this would get me out of the ticket, and gave him the things he asked for.
After filling everything out in his car, which took an unbelievably long amount of time in which I just sat panicking, he returned and said,
"So you had just had a birthday, huh?"
It was my birthday five days earlier.
"A big birthday, huh?"
It was my 21st birthday.
"Well you know what you forgot to do on your birthday?"
I didn't renew my license. Because I was in Chicago, jerkface.
"That's right, two tickets one for going 80 in a 65 and another for driving with an invalid license you can pay it through the mail please send it in as soon as possible and get your license renewed have a good day"
Thank you officer
"Oh, and may I see your passengers drivers license, because it looks like she'll be driving the rest of the way."
grr.
He was a jerk.
I was on the the train to improv class one day...the saturday before St. Patricks day, which in Chicago, is bigger than the actual St. Patti's day...A drunk man got on with a group of his drunk friends and sat down next to me, about 8 stops away from my stop. I was reading a book, Guru: my days with del close, and as I tried to do so, this large man who was sitting with his feet in the aisle, leaned back on top of me. After a few seconds he repositioned himself and asked me,
"You reading?"
Clearly.
"Whatcha readin?"
A book about Del Close, an improv comedian
"He funny?"
Yes.
"Where you on your way to?"
Improv class.
"Comedy class? You don't seem too funny"
Well, my inner-monologue is on a roll
"(went over his head) So what do you do?"
I'm a student at the University of Chicago, majoring in English"
"You want to teach?"
No, write. What do you do?
"Hahaha, You'll be surprised, you'll never guess what I am."
Investment Banker
"How did you? How did you guess that?"
(I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was a yuppie douchebag on his way to wrigleyville to hit up the bars on st. pattis day = most likely investment banker) You just seem like one.
We both got off at the addison stop. I walked fast so i wouldn't have to talk to him.
Mr. Patrolman walked up to the car and fixed the windshield wiper (which was broken and hanging off the side of the car) and then asked me for my license and proof of insurance. I apologized, thinking this would get me out of the ticket, and gave him the things he asked for.
After filling everything out in his car, which took an unbelievably long amount of time in which I just sat panicking, he returned and said,
"So you had just had a birthday, huh?"
It was my birthday five days earlier.
"A big birthday, huh?"
It was my 21st birthday.
"Well you know what you forgot to do on your birthday?"
I didn't renew my license. Because I was in Chicago, jerkface.
"That's right, two tickets one for going 80 in a 65 and another for driving with an invalid license you can pay it through the mail please send it in as soon as possible and get your license renewed have a good day"
Thank you officer
"Oh, and may I see your passengers drivers license, because it looks like she'll be driving the rest of the way."
grr.
He was a jerk.
I was on the the train to improv class one day...the saturday before St. Patricks day, which in Chicago, is bigger than the actual St. Patti's day...A drunk man got on with a group of his drunk friends and sat down next to me, about 8 stops away from my stop. I was reading a book, Guru: my days with del close, and as I tried to do so, this large man who was sitting with his feet in the aisle, leaned back on top of me. After a few seconds he repositioned himself and asked me,
"You reading?"
Clearly.
"Whatcha readin?"
A book about Del Close, an improv comedian
"He funny?"
Yes.
"Where you on your way to?"
Improv class.
"Comedy class? You don't seem too funny"
Well, my inner-monologue is on a roll
"(went over his head) So what do you do?"
I'm a student at the University of Chicago, majoring in English"
"You want to teach?"
No, write. What do you do?
"Hahaha, You'll be surprised, you'll never guess what I am."
Investment Banker
"How did you? How did you guess that?"
(I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was a yuppie douchebag on his way to wrigleyville to hit up the bars on st. pattis day = most likely investment banker) You just seem like one.
We both got off at the addison stop. I walked fast so i wouldn't have to talk to him.