I'm the official scatter-brain of the freaking century.Don't believe me? Oh, you will. After this story.
K, so I went to chapter dinner tonight. Fun stuff! We ate yumminess breakfast for dinner...also known as upside down day and had eggs, sausage, pancakes, hash browns--the works. After dinner, I crossed this street called Laurel and saw my friend Mari trying to start her car. I went up to her and asked her if she needed a jump start, and she said "I might...can you ask me in a couple minutes while I check the starter cable?"My car was supposed to be parked on Laurel street, so I walked up Laurel looking for my car. One hundred yards. Two hundred yards. Where the hell was my car?
I hit a stoplight and remembered that I hadn't hit this stoplight...so where was my car?I walked back and ran into Mari again, she said "My car works! Did you find your car?""Uh...no.""Well, good luck with that!""Thank you!" I need it, I thought.Then, I walked the other way up Laurel toward my dorm, and finally got to the street I'm supposed to turn on to get to my dorm. No fucking car. Walked to the dorm doors. I NEED MY CAR!!
Turned back on Meridian, walked back to Laurel. Walked down another many, many yards. No car. Looked at several "No parking at anytime--loading zone" signs, and figured my car was towed.Walked to student center to ask questions. Couldn't find anyone. Called Kristi. No fucking idea what I should do. Walked back to dorms, asked my RA. Said call the police. Called the police. "No, we don't have your car. Would you like to report it stolen?" "No, not until I look for it one more time."
RA Dave decided to come look for the car with me. Walked from other side of dorm, down to Laurel. Found car a hundred feet west of the area I searched before.
MY CAR!!! HALELUJAH! MY CAR!!!!!!!!!
I'm such a retard.
