I’d just like to share a bit of craziness that just so happens to “totally be something I’d do”.
To preface: It is almost 7 p.m. I have just blown my cognitive load on a three-page, front and back written essay over programming. I’m spent. I need a margarita and dinner, seeing as the only thing I’ve eaten all day is 4 pop tarts over a matter of 8 hours. I also have a friend who works for the state, and in my friend’s parking lot, is a truck for the state, to which we do not know who works for it.
My favorite preface to this story? “…Well, Mary decided to be a creep and…” ~ Carissa
So here I am, in this parking lot, waiting on my “takes forever to get ready for dinner” friend, and I’m checking out this truck. How can we find out who this is? I bet Carissa wants to know. Some short guy is walking to the edge of the parking lot and we exchange glances. Probably, because I’m parking across two handicapped spaces.
So, obviously, the most intelligent thing to do at this moment is take a picture of the state’s license plate so we can try to determine who lives here. Looking back, this is probably insane.
Guess who the truck belongs to? Short, stocky guy who whips around his truck, parks it behind both the state truck and my car, and is like “were you just taking a picture of that truck??”
I quickly laugh and introduce myself and explain that my friend works for the state and we were trying to figure out who works/lives here. I also come to learn that he freaked because he thought I was trying to turn him in for something (yes, me, the girl who has parked her Cadillac across two handicapped spaces wants to turn in this innocent state vehicle for something). We laugh and talk about how many people we know in common. He introduces himself to the male I’m with, which is great, because Cliffy really needed to meet some of his neighbors. I think his name was Jaret. Okay, well Jaret walks off and I say “God THAT was embarrassing!”, everyone totally laughs, and we all drive away.
Of course, I pull into Pluckers, where Carissa is waiting and say “Boy do I have a funny story for you…”
