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For those of you who don't know, Death Cab for Cutie recently released a new album on compact disk. It's called "Plans." Toward the latter bit of my drive to campus today, a song from this album happened to start playing on the radio. Since I was running a touch early, I decided to wait out the end of the song, hoping that the DJ would announce the title, etc.
So, I masterfully park the Buick in a pullthrough spot, noting that about 6 such spots exist to my right (passenger side). The song finishes, and immediately afterwards another starts to play. I didn't have enough time to wait around for another song, so I grab my bag and throw a book in it, meanwhile committing a few lyrics to memory so I could look it up later.
That's when she backed into me.
**SIDEBAR - Ladies, listen up. You'll never convince me that you on average as a gender are good drivers. See http://www.livejournal.com/users/tanktoptim/2005/09/10/ for one example. Never. Ever. So, this being the case, if there are SIX pullthroughs in a parking lot, don't think you have to prove something by backing your chintzy little Honda into a spot. It's just not a good idea. Take the pullthrough. **
I get out. She gets out. She says, "So did we kill each other?" I reply, (all smiles) "You mean did you kill me?" (smile dramatically fades). I look at my bumper - not a scratch on it. I look at her bumper - a protrusion on my fine, Buick bumper has punched a big ol' hole in her bumper. I say "Doesn't look like any damage, so we're all set." She says "Oh, good." I wait around until she leaves, just to make sure she doesn't write down my license plate or anything, then go to class.
I learn that fevers both rheumatic AND scarlet are caused by Streptococcus pyogenes.
I forget the lyrics to the Death Cab song.
I get out of class, and get all fired up about posting this. I get to the parking lot, and a friendly old repairman says, "Hey, you shouldn't be leaving class, you should be going TO class!"
I reply, "You're telling me, but I've already finished!"
He chuckles. "Oh, I see. You have yourself a great day!"
And so I will.
So, I masterfully park the Buick in a pullthrough spot, noting that about 6 such spots exist to my right (passenger side). The song finishes, and immediately afterwards another starts to play. I didn't have enough time to wait around for another song, so I grab my bag and throw a book in it, meanwhile committing a few lyrics to memory so I could look it up later.
That's when she backed into me.
**SIDEBAR - Ladies, listen up. You'll never convince me that you on average as a gender are good drivers. See http://www.livejournal.com/users/tanktoptim/2005/09/10/ for one example. Never. Ever. So, this being the case, if there are SIX pullthroughs in a parking lot, don't think you have to prove something by backing your chintzy little Honda into a spot. It's just not a good idea. Take the pullthrough. **
I get out. She gets out. She says, "So did we kill each other?" I reply, (all smiles) "You mean did you kill me?" (smile dramatically fades). I look at my bumper - not a scratch on it. I look at her bumper - a protrusion on my fine, Buick bumper has punched a big ol' hole in her bumper. I say "Doesn't look like any damage, so we're all set." She says "Oh, good." I wait around until she leaves, just to make sure she doesn't write down my license plate or anything, then go to class.
I learn that fevers both rheumatic AND scarlet are caused by Streptococcus pyogenes.
I forget the lyrics to the Death Cab song.
I get out of class, and get all fired up about posting this. I get to the parking lot, and a friendly old repairman says, "Hey, you shouldn't be leaving class, you should be going TO class!"
I reply, "You're telling me, but I've already finished!"
He chuckles. "Oh, I see. You have yourself a great day!"
And so I will.