If I were able to tell stories, I would honestly be a hit at parties. No, really.
The best (or worst, depending on the point of view) things happen to me all the time. Like that time I was skiing and there was a fence and I didn't stop and made a gigantic hole in a wooden fence. Right after sliding in a bamboo stick and literally making it explode it the run before. (Yeah, the second ski trip wasn't a good idea.)
Anyway, today I received an e-mail saying that there was a session d'acceuil at the University at 1:30. I got the e-mail at 12:10, and it takes about 45 minutes to get there, if I find the place right away. You do the math. There was no problem, except for the fact that I was supposed to call my boss at around 1ish to talk to him about my work schedule. Being me, I took a while to make a decision and at around 12:40, I called him up and made a raincheck. I was going to be cutting it short, but it was ok. Then, I couldn't find my bag. In a fit of frenzy, I shoved everything I might need in another one, and ran out the door.
As I was speed-walking down my street (I knew I had about 5 minutes before the next bus, as I take this bus almost every day.), to my surprise, I saw my bus pull up. I booked it, crossed the road, almost got hit, thanked the bus driver for waiting, and sat down, and then booked an appointement for the next day in my phone. Then I looked up. Nothing looked familiar. I asked the bus driver where we were going.
And that's when I realized I took the bus on the wrong side of the street.
The best (or worst, depending on the point of view) things happen to me all the time. Like that time I was skiing and there was a fence and I didn't stop and made a gigantic hole in a wooden fence. Right after sliding in a bamboo stick and literally making it explode it the run before. (Yeah, the second ski trip wasn't a good idea.)
Anyway, today I received an e-mail saying that there was a session d'acceuil at the University at 1:30. I got the e-mail at 12:10, and it takes about 45 minutes to get there, if I find the place right away. You do the math. There was no problem, except for the fact that I was supposed to call my boss at around 1ish to talk to him about my work schedule. Being me, I took a while to make a decision and at around 12:40, I called him up and made a raincheck. I was going to be cutting it short, but it was ok. Then, I couldn't find my bag. In a fit of frenzy, I shoved everything I might need in another one, and ran out the door.
As I was speed-walking down my street (I knew I had about 5 minutes before the next bus, as I take this bus almost every day.), to my surprise, I saw my bus pull up. I booked it, crossed the road, almost got hit, thanked the bus driver for waiting, and sat down, and then booked an appointement for the next day in my phone. Then I looked up. Nothing looked familiar. I asked the bus driver where we were going.
And that's when I realized I took the bus on the wrong side of the street.
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