Great.
I just ran over a pole in the parking lot.
A handicap parking pole, no less.
Straight up ran over that sucker.
So this nice lady calls the UAPD and they come over and check it all out.
I don't think I'm in trouble. Unless like, the Univ. wants me to pay for running down their parking pole.
What happened? I hit the gas instead of the break, zoomed forward, freaked out more, and pressed down HARDER, carrying me OVER the pole and into the middle of the driving lane.
Oh, and if this couldn't get any more Fuck My Life status, GUESS WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE IN THE VERY NEAR AND VERY ACCESSIBLE AND VERY VISIBLE VICINITY.
YEAH.
CHRIS.
And I am unshowered and uncute because I was going to just go through the day, come home, and get all nice and fixed up later.
I can only hope it came off as endearing.
Thankfully, I didn't die from injury or embarrassment to the nth degree.
To make everything extraordinarily funny:
Me: Can I...park now.
Police Officer: [to me] Sure. [to the maintenance guys yanking the pole out of the concrete] *flings arms out wide* WATCH OUT EVERYONE....SHE'S PARKING....SHE'S PARKIIIIING.
Me: *dying sob*
Police Officer: Oh yeah, I had to.
Damage To Car: thankfully, minimal. a teeny dent in my bumper, some scratched paint, and the hood lifts like, a millimeter up from where it's supposed to sit, but you can't even notice. the wheel alignment is miraculously fine. i think.
Damage To Me: none, other than the crippling embarrassment. oh yes, can't forget that.
Damage To Pole: R.I.P.
EDIT: Oh, and also, I texted Spencer about Chris and asked if we could still be friends if he wanted, and he said to have fun and not waste his time. So we all know who's the bigger man in this picture *ahemchrisahem*
A handicap parking pole, no less.
Straight up ran over that sucker.
So this nice lady calls the UAPD and they come over and check it all out.
I don't think I'm in trouble. Unless like, the Univ. wants me to pay for running down their parking pole.
What happened? I hit the gas instead of the break, zoomed forward, freaked out more, and pressed down HARDER, carrying me OVER the pole and into the middle of the driving lane.
Oh, and if this couldn't get any more Fuck My Life status, GUESS WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE IN THE VERY NEAR AND VERY ACCESSIBLE AND VERY VISIBLE VICINITY.
YEAH.
CHRIS.
And I am unshowered and uncute because I was going to just go through the day, come home, and get all nice and fixed up later.
I can only hope it came off as endearing.
Thankfully, I didn't die from injury or embarrassment to the nth degree.
To make everything extraordinarily funny:
Me: Can I...park now.
Police Officer: [to me] Sure. [to the maintenance guys yanking the pole out of the concrete] *flings arms out wide* WATCH OUT EVERYONE....SHE'S PARKING....SHE'S PARKIIIIING.
Me: *dying sob*
Police Officer: Oh yeah, I had to.
Damage To Car: thankfully, minimal. a teeny dent in my bumper, some scratched paint, and the hood lifts like, a millimeter up from where it's supposed to sit, but you can't even notice. the wheel alignment is miraculously fine. i think.
Damage To Me: none, other than the crippling embarrassment. oh yes, can't forget that.
Damage To Pole: R.I.P.
EDIT: Oh, and also, I texted Spencer about Chris and asked if we could still be friends if he wanted, and he said to have fun and not waste his time. So we all know who's the bigger man in this picture *ahemchrisahem*