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Monday, November 20, 2006

Neverending Friday


Last Friday was a very long day, of the seemingly neverending variety. Despite not having any classes that day, I went to the college. Being the lethargic creature that I am, this goes against everything I stand for. I did, however, have to hand in a paper.

I had the idea in my head that this would be a piece of cake. All I had to do, was find the professors office, knock-knock on the door, and hand it over, right? I should have known better. There’s no such thing as a piece of cake in Hellhole.

The finding-the-office-bit was easy enough. Knocking on the door went just as I had planned. But that was where Friday stopped following the script. There was no answer. I knocked again. Nothing. I waited. And then I waited some more. And a bit longer. Then I got fed up with waiting, and concluded that if the professor wouldn’t come to Mohammed, then Mohammed would come to the professor. So I went searching the halls for a tall, gangly man in his fifties (the professor, duh). The only problem was that the guy kept moving around. When they insist on having things handed to them, the least they can do is bloody hold still, don’t you think? All lecturers should have some sort of tracking device injected into their necks, so that their students could find them. Then they could just hang a few of those electronic gizmos that show their locations as a small, red dot on the wall. Like the ones they used in Alien.

I looked at my wristwatch. The bus would leave in less than an hour, and after that I’d have to wait two hours for the next one. I needed a plan.

Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in the checkout line at the store, clutching the key ingredient to my master plan: a roll of tape. Ten minutes after that, I was in the process of thoroughly sticking my paper to the professor’s office door with great enthusiasm.

And what did I see coming towards me at that very moment? A tall, gangly man in his fifties, that’s what.

Bloody typical.


Tape pic by deziner02 for www.sxc.hu

13 comments:

Irene said...

That tall, gangly man should know you deserve an A for trying so hard. ;p

Hageltoast said...

tag your it. go check my 7 songs post. hugs. ;)

choochoo said...

Irene - I sure do. Who knew that a lazy little thing like myself could be such an overachiever?

Toasty - :)

ticknart said...

Did insist he pay you back for the tape?

Steven Novak said...

Bloody typical indeed.

As bloody typical as my laughter at your situation. ;)

Steve~

Jazz said...

Maybe he should be duct taped to his office chair for you?

choochoo said...

Ticknart - no, he just took it. How rude.

Steve - it wasn't funny on Friday, but then it did get kinda funny over the weekend

Jazz - would you? I don't have any more papers to give him, but I'm sure it would be fun all the same

ticknart said...

Wait, he took the tape?

choochoo said...

well, not the whole roll... lol

Jocelyn said...

Errrr, could you have slid it under his door? I like Jazz's idea of taping him up--or taping the paper to his forehead, maybe. Great story.

choochoo said...

there are no openings underneath any doors in that buildings. And if you make openings, you'll get into all sorts of trouble.

Tim Rice said...

I love your funny real life stories; but perhaps they're only funny because they aren't happening to me. ;)

choochoo said...

that's because you're not living in Hellhole;)