I was late for an exam yesterday and decided to drive to campus. Being short on time and spare change for a parking pass, I decided to take advantage of one of Parking Services’ deluxe $30 spaces.
I raced through my horrid midterm and jetted out to the parking lot in hopes of extricating my car before the parking trolls discovered it.
I was in luck. The troll was there, but still a good five spaces away. I ran to my car and no sooner had I opened the door than an enormous bumble bee flew in and took up a defensive position on the steering wheel. A commotion ensued, drawing unnecessary attention to my passless car. I officially have the worst luck in the world.
Thursday’s forecast: In retrospect, I would rather have been stung.