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\nto be late, because there are these generators in the visitor parking
\nlot and all of the visitors\/important people are parking in our lot,
\nand it took me forever to find parking. As I’m backing out, my mom
\ncalls. “Hold on, mom” I say, because backing out of my narrow driveway
\ncan be tricky, and I don’t like any distractions. I check the review
\nmirror to make sure that I’m not going to be running over any cats, and
\nthey’re already headed underneath my landlord’s house. All systems are
\ngo . . .
\n
\nBOOM!<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n
\nand tell her what happened. As I approach the security gate, I realize
\nthat I forgot my pass to get in the parking lot. Shit. I don’t want to
\ngo back and have to back out of the damn driveway again. <\/p>\n
\nlot so I can just park. Right into oncoming traffic. One car honks at
\nme, and I’m like, “Stupid car. I’m not doing anything wrong.” And then
\nI look, and all four lanes of traffic are going the opposited direction
\nas I am. I can’t exactly turn around, so I go ahead and pull into the
\nparking lot while people flash their brights at me. <\/p>\n
\nwalking into the building. As the door closes behind her to go
\nsomewhere on the first floor, I grab it and follow her in. <\/p>\n
\nshe’ll leave me alone because I’ve already had enough crap to deal with.<\/p>\n
\nthe information desk, so she probably wouldn’t recognize me. I procede
\nto tell her that as of right now, I’m having a really bad day. I tell
\nher what happened and she goes, “Oh…so thats why you were going the
\nwrong way on Orange.”<\/p>\n
\nthere. They’re not. And I am left alone with our dear Tut, whom I have
\nrenamed to protect myself. And writing about work. And because he is
\nthe king of information.<\/p>\n
\nanswering the phone on my own because he is too busy picking his teeth.<\/p>\n