My school is very small.
Okay. My school has less than 1,000 undergrads and less than 7,00 graduate students every year. We're a small, private, all female Catholic school. We are sandwiched between two other co-ed campuses that are several times our size. There are lots of colleges around here. I understand that some people might not have heard of it. But this had never happened before... Observe:
Me: *shopping at Bed, Bath & Beyond for some random crap I need*
BB&B employee: Shopping for college?
Me: Yep, just getting some stuff I forgot.
Employee: What school are you going to?
Me: College of Saint Elizabeth.
Employee: ... What state is that in?
What state? What state? That's a new one. Usually people just ask where generally, not... What state. Not that this is a stupid comment or anything, but it was definitely a new one. And for the record, my school is about seven miles away from this store. Yes. My school is THAT small.
The best part is? Not ten minutes before that I'd seen an older woman wearing CSE sweats and asked her if she worked for the school. She told me she's the manager of the dining hall, and gave me her card.
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On the plus side, my morning has been peppered by many very, very nice general employees. When I went out to breakfast, all the people working in the restaurant were really friendly. And when I went to Staples and BB&B, all the people working there were cheery and helpful. I guess it was too early in the morning for work to suck yet? XD But it made me happy, especially since I've been religiously reading customers_suck recently and had lost most of my faith in humanity.
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On the other hand, I should not drive in the morning after not sleeping at night.
First I forgot to roll up my window (it's raining) or turn my car off while getting gas. Brilliant.
Then I tried to get onto Rt 46. The wet road looked like I had my own lane... WRONG. The oncoming traffic was really not happy about this. I can't say I blame them.
In driving about two miles there and back, I probably ran two red lights. The roads are wet, the speed limit is 50, and I was already thirty feet from the intersection and doing 50 when it turned yellow. The yellow lasted for about two second (literally) and then it was red. My front bumper is already pushing into the intersection. My option now is to hydroplane into the intersection, or hit the gas and hope there aren't any cops around. I chose the latter.
Man I am a shitty driver.
However, that's me driving at 8AM when I hadn't slept the night before. Normally I'm okay. However, there is one very large and very angry man who does not think very much of my driving at all. This last weekend, I pulled out of a shopping center on Rt 10 with pleeenty of space between me and Mr. Angry (trust me on this, I'm a TOTAL wuss when it comes to pulling out). Now, Mr. Angry only would have had to tap his brakes and then he would have been fine, considering there was a lot of space between us. What does Mr. Angry choose to do? He choses to lay on the horn
for literally a full minute (I did count the seconds), wait until he's RIGHT behind me slam on his brakes and almost rear-end me, then swerve around me and pass me while laying on the horn for another full minute while leaning across his wife in the passenger seat with one arm outstretched, giving me the finger, twisting his face up in one of the most ugly red angry faces I've ever seen, and screaming on the top of his lungs "FUUUCK YOOOU!!!"
What do I do?
I smiled rrreeeaaalllyyy big and waved out my window at him. I LOVE YOU, TOO, MR. ANGRY FACE :D
Sure, the guy was like eight times my size and had a whole bunch of hunting stickers on his truck. But guess what, little man? My van is bigger than your truck. And you can scream and honk all you want, but if you hit my car, not only will your little bitchtruck be smushed, but it'll be all your fault and your insurance will have to pay for the damage to my pretty purple paint job. So go ahead, swerve and rear-end me. I guarantee you will just be making my day :D
Me: *shopping at Bed, Bath & Beyond for some random crap I need*
BB&B employee: Shopping for college?
Me: Yep, just getting some stuff I forgot.
Employee: What school are you going to?
Me: College of Saint Elizabeth.
Employee: ... What state is that in?
What state? What state? That's a new one. Usually people just ask where generally, not... What state. Not that this is a stupid comment or anything, but it was definitely a new one. And for the record, my school is about seven miles away from this store. Yes. My school is THAT small.
The best part is? Not ten minutes before that I'd seen an older woman wearing CSE sweats and asked her if she worked for the school. She told me she's the manager of the dining hall, and gave me her card.
---
On the plus side, my morning has been peppered by many very, very nice general employees. When I went out to breakfast, all the people working in the restaurant were really friendly. And when I went to Staples and BB&B, all the people working there were cheery and helpful. I guess it was too early in the morning for work to suck yet? XD But it made me happy, especially since I've been religiously reading customers_suck recently and had lost most of my faith in humanity.
---
On the other hand, I should not drive in the morning after not sleeping at night.
First I forgot to roll up my window (it's raining) or turn my car off while getting gas. Brilliant.
Then I tried to get onto Rt 46. The wet road looked like I had my own lane... WRONG. The oncoming traffic was really not happy about this. I can't say I blame them.
In driving about two miles there and back, I probably ran two red lights. The roads are wet, the speed limit is 50, and I was already thirty feet from the intersection and doing 50 when it turned yellow. The yellow lasted for about two second (literally) and then it was red. My front bumper is already pushing into the intersection. My option now is to hydroplane into the intersection, or hit the gas and hope there aren't any cops around. I chose the latter.
Man I am a shitty driver.
However, that's me driving at 8AM when I hadn't slept the night before. Normally I'm okay. However, there is one very large and very angry man who does not think very much of my driving at all. This last weekend, I pulled out of a shopping center on Rt 10 with pleeenty of space between me and Mr. Angry (trust me on this, I'm a TOTAL wuss when it comes to pulling out). Now, Mr. Angry only would have had to tap his brakes and then he would have been fine, considering there was a lot of space between us. What does Mr. Angry choose to do? He choses to lay on the horn
for literally a full minute (I did count the seconds), wait until he's RIGHT behind me slam on his brakes and almost rear-end me, then swerve around me and pass me while laying on the horn for another full minute while leaning across his wife in the passenger seat with one arm outstretched, giving me the finger, twisting his face up in one of the most ugly red angry faces I've ever seen, and screaming on the top of his lungs "FUUUCK YOOOU!!!"
What do I do?
I smiled rrreeeaaalllyyy big and waved out my window at him. I LOVE YOU, TOO, MR. ANGRY FACE :D
Sure, the guy was like eight times my size and had a whole bunch of hunting stickers on his truck. But guess what, little man? My van is bigger than your truck. And you can scream and honk all you want, but if you hit my car, not only will your little bitchtruck be smushed, but it'll be all your fault and your insurance will have to pay for the damage to my pretty purple paint job. So go ahead, swerve and rear-end me. I guarantee you will just be making my day :D