noone told me tobbacco was magic!
I had quite a day the other day. THe events oF the day are thusly.
1. wake up, check my e-mail to see if anyone had written on my facebook wall or something of the like when i'm pleasently surprised by an e-mail from the library kindly informing me that i owe them $101.00 for a book i still have of theirs. WHAT!? i screamed into the phone at my mother.
2. i went down town to the filthy filth bucket and got out of my car to purchace a parking permit (because my semester one had expired) when a small asian parking natzi starts writing me a ticket for not having a permit! WTF! i just left my car to get one you whore! i walked right past you on my way to the money taking machine! to that she replied "oh", the essence of elequence.
3. so i got to the book bucket and told the overweight middle aged volunteer that i wanted to pay the fine. she listens to my sob story and then lingered in her own thoughts for a moment before telling me that i should go up to the 7th floor and see if the book isnt already back on the shelves due to some error in the system. in the back of my mind my 30 minute parking permit was dancing an awareness jig, if this poor soul made me go over my alotted 30 minutes resulting in my getting a ticket from the parking natzi i was gonna do something unspeakable. so i check to see if the book is there and alas it is not.
4. back at the desk with the volunteer. i tell her another sob story about thinking i turned it in and being poor and having to borrow the $101.00 to get her beloved filth bucket off my back and she reacts favorably. she waves the fine to my surprise and leaves me 7 minutes to get back to my car.
i'm not sure if thats interesting to anyone but i enjoyed writing it.
Jean gave me some cancer candy and erin likey. goddamn it jean.
1. wake up, check my e-mail to see if anyone had written on my facebook wall or something of the like when i'm pleasently surprised by an e-mail from the library kindly informing me that i owe them $101.00 for a book i still have of theirs. WHAT!? i screamed into the phone at my mother.
2. i went down town to the filthy filth bucket and got out of my car to purchace a parking permit (because my semester one had expired) when a small asian parking natzi starts writing me a ticket for not having a permit! WTF! i just left my car to get one you whore! i walked right past you on my way to the money taking machine! to that she replied "oh", the essence of elequence.
3. so i got to the book bucket and told the overweight middle aged volunteer that i wanted to pay the fine. she listens to my sob story and then lingered in her own thoughts for a moment before telling me that i should go up to the 7th floor and see if the book isnt already back on the shelves due to some error in the system. in the back of my mind my 30 minute parking permit was dancing an awareness jig, if this poor soul made me go over my alotted 30 minutes resulting in my getting a ticket from the parking natzi i was gonna do something unspeakable. so i check to see if the book is there and alas it is not.
4. back at the desk with the volunteer. i tell her another sob story about thinking i turned it in and being poor and having to borrow the $101.00 to get her beloved filth bucket off my back and she reacts favorably. she waves the fine to my surprise and leaves me 7 minutes to get back to my car.
i'm not sure if thats interesting to anyone but i enjoyed writing it.
Jean gave me some cancer candy and erin likey. goddamn it jean.