But it was a blueberry morning!!!
Today was one of the first real opportunities where having a James Bond style car would really help. As fun as it is being mysterious, I'll explain.
Many of my High school peers park in the teacher lot. No big deal, right? It saves time for going out to lunch, and the teachers don't use all the spots anyway. This leaves a host spot ("Person A", in my case) to park in, as I drive to school occasionally but have no designated spot. So I merrily park in Person A's space, and he merrily parks in the teachers lot. No problem, yes? However, today Mr. Key says anybody parking in the teacher lot (except for teachers) will be booted, towed, exploded, or eaten. Maybe. The teachers complained about not having space in their lot. SOOOO what happens is...the person who's spot I was using now uses their spot in the junior lot, so I have no parking space, and since I don't even have a parking permit (which means I'm a rebel...which is hot, right?) I can't park anywhere at the school anymore.
Rawr! Rage. I suppose I could buy a parking permit for like $70 and get a crappy, desolate space, but $70 is a lot. That's like...70 snackers from KFC.
So that's the story. I could have made it more interesting, but then again, you could have used your imagination while reading it too! Heehee.
Many of my High school peers park in the teacher lot. No big deal, right? It saves time for going out to lunch, and the teachers don't use all the spots anyway. This leaves a host spot ("Person A", in my case) to park in, as I drive to school occasionally but have no designated spot. So I merrily park in Person A's space, and he merrily parks in the teachers lot. No problem, yes? However, today Mr. Key says anybody parking in the teacher lot (except for teachers) will be booted, towed, exploded, or eaten. Maybe. The teachers complained about not having space in their lot. SOOOO what happens is...the person who's spot I was using now uses their spot in the junior lot, so I have no parking space, and since I don't even have a parking permit (which means I'm a rebel...which is hot, right?) I can't park anywhere at the school anymore.
Rawr! Rage. I suppose I could buy a parking permit for like $70 and get a crappy, desolate space, but $70 is a lot. That's like...70 snackers from KFC.
So that's the story. I could have made it more interesting, but then again, you could have used your imagination while reading it too! Heehee.