Forty Days and Three Hours
Well today's been an interesting experience.
I'm sitting here at one of the 'Quick Zip Kiosks' at UA, waiting for a ride. At 6:34.
My last class was at 4:30.
So why am I still here, you ask? Well I'll tell you.
Phone repairs.
I called my parents for a ride at 1:00. I couldn't get through, for some reason. I had to get to class, and Alex had to get to work, so he took his phone and said he'd keep calling them for me, tell them to meet me at 4:30.
4:30 rolls around, and no one's there. Not overly concerning, as my parents are often late picking me up.
5:00. Still no ride. I call home, collect. Busy signal.
5:30. Maybe Alex accidently gave them the wrong time? Said 5:30 instead of 4? Guess NOT.
I call home about four more times, still busy.
6:00. I keep calling home, over and over and over, in the hopes that SOMEONE will realize that they need to HANG UP THE PHONE.
6:30. I figure out how to bypass the security programs to sign into AIM on the kiosk. Talk to Jake. He says my phon'es disconnected, and his mom can give me a ride home, whenever she's done with this meeting.
So much for practice.
So now I'm waiting for Jake's mom to call him, so he can IM me, so I can get home. All because of faulty phone service.
And the fact that I'm a loser with no car, or even license.
Ah, well. No regrets.
And the castaway says, "Crap."
UPDATE:
9:00. Jake tells me his mom is on the way. I walk outside to meet her, and guess who just got there?
My dad.
So I had to wait for Mrs. Bennett to arrive, and tell her that I didn't need a ride, and then listen to my dad make up stories all the way home.
Like how he was searching for me for hours, and did all these other things. But he then said that he didn't even know I wasn't home until 8:00, when he got back from my brothers' b-ball practices. 8:00...hours of searching...pick me up at 9? Something doesn't check out.
Ah, well.
And the castaway, returned home, says, "Crap!"
I'm sitting here at one of the 'Quick Zip Kiosks' at UA, waiting for a ride. At 6:34.
My last class was at 4:30.
So why am I still here, you ask? Well I'll tell you.
Phone repairs.
I called my parents for a ride at 1:00. I couldn't get through, for some reason. I had to get to class, and Alex had to get to work, so he took his phone and said he'd keep calling them for me, tell them to meet me at 4:30.
4:30 rolls around, and no one's there. Not overly concerning, as my parents are often late picking me up.
5:00. Still no ride. I call home, collect. Busy signal.
5:30. Maybe Alex accidently gave them the wrong time? Said 5:30 instead of 4? Guess NOT.
I call home about four more times, still busy.
6:00. I keep calling home, over and over and over, in the hopes that SOMEONE will realize that they need to HANG UP THE PHONE.
6:30. I figure out how to bypass the security programs to sign into AIM on the kiosk. Talk to Jake. He says my phon'es disconnected, and his mom can give me a ride home, whenever she's done with this meeting.
So much for practice.
So now I'm waiting for Jake's mom to call him, so he can IM me, so I can get home. All because of faulty phone service.
And the fact that I'm a loser with no car, or even license.
Ah, well. No regrets.
And the castaway says, "Crap."
UPDATE:
9:00. Jake tells me his mom is on the way. I walk outside to meet her, and guess who just got there?
My dad.
So I had to wait for Mrs. Bennett to arrive, and tell her that I didn't need a ride, and then listen to my dad make up stories all the way home.
Like how he was searching for me for hours, and did all these other things. But he then said that he didn't even know I wasn't home until 8:00, when he got back from my brothers' b-ball practices. 8:00...hours of searching...pick me up at 9? Something doesn't check out.
Ah, well.
And the castaway, returned home, says, "Crap!"
Pulled from the planet-sized mind of Christopholes around 6:36 PM
1 Comments:
Wow, life is great. I have a liscence, and a car, and a cell phone. A BRAND SPANKING NEW CELL PHONE! Because I lost mine, but as soon as I got my new one in the mail I found my old one....C'est la vie. I don't mean to brag or anything....but I usually have my own way home from school. And I'm still in High School, not college. Teehee, thanks for letting me laugh at your misfortunes Chris, it makes me feel better about mine!
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