In our society today, looks matter. If an "ugly" person and a "pretty" person are both broken down on the side of the road, people will always be more likely to stop for the pretty person. Since I'm a pretty person, I think that is a good rule to go by. Just kidding. Anyway, this story is about a pretty person. A few weeks ago, I was through with classes for the day and I had been sitting in a computer lab on the third floor of the religious studies building. I was walking down the stairs headed to lunch when I saw this woman coming from the nursing department. She had one of those plastic totes (like you see here, except WAY less sturdy) and she looked like she was going to try to roll it down the stairs. She just so happened to be very very attractive. Now I'd like to think that I would help anyone in this situation, but since she was so pretty, and since I am such a he-man, I quickly asked if she needed any help getting it down the stairs. She was nice and said yes, so I'm thinking "Way to go, you're the man." And then, as usual, it went downhill from there. I thought at first that I could just lift the entire tote and carry it down the stairs for her. No flippin' way. This entire tote was filled with textbooks. HEAVY textbooks. Heavy as in THERE IS NO WAY I can lift this thing. Slightly embarassing, yes. Then I decided the best way to do this was for her to hold the luggage handle and for me to lift my end of the tote with a handle on the front. That worked okay, but my hand was getting killed trying to lift up on this handle. And by this time, classes are over and people are rushing down the stairs past us. So at this point, I'm thinking "Maybe when she looks away I can just run and she won't know where I went." Well as we were about 8 steps from the bottom, a professor walked by and said "You know there's an elevator, right?" I've been a student here for two years now, and I've always known about the elevator, but in my excitement to help attractive lady, I completely forgot. And as he's saying this, and I'm lifting the storage tote, the flimsy handle snaps and breaks and pinches my hand pretty hard. But I blocked out the pain so I could complete my mission and get this woman's books to the bottom. So FINALLY we made it down, and we parted ways, and I realized that a couple fingers were bleeding from where the handle snapped. This is my life.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
It Always Happens To Me...
In our society today, looks matter. If an "ugly" person and a "pretty" person are both broken down on the side of the road, people will always be more likely to stop for the pretty person. Since I'm a pretty person, I think that is a good rule to go by. Just kidding. Anyway, this story is about a pretty person. A few weeks ago, I was through with classes for the day and I had been sitting in a computer lab on the third floor of the religious studies building. I was walking down the stairs headed to lunch when I saw this woman coming from the nursing department. She had one of those plastic totes (like you see here, except WAY less sturdy) and she looked like she was going to try to roll it down the stairs. She just so happened to be very very attractive. Now I'd like to think that I would help anyone in this situation, but since she was so pretty, and since I am such a he-man, I quickly asked if she needed any help getting it down the stairs. She was nice and said yes, so I'm thinking "Way to go, you're the man." And then, as usual, it went downhill from there. I thought at first that I could just lift the entire tote and carry it down the stairs for her. No flippin' way. This entire tote was filled with textbooks. HEAVY textbooks. Heavy as in THERE IS NO WAY I can lift this thing. Slightly embarassing, yes. Then I decided the best way to do this was for her to hold the luggage handle and for me to lift my end of the tote with a handle on the front. That worked okay, but my hand was getting killed trying to lift up on this handle. And by this time, classes are over and people are rushing down the stairs past us. So at this point, I'm thinking "Maybe when she looks away I can just run and she won't know where I went." Well as we were about 8 steps from the bottom, a professor walked by and said "You know there's an elevator, right?" I've been a student here for two years now, and I've always known about the elevator, but in my excitement to help attractive lady, I completely forgot. And as he's saying this, and I'm lifting the storage tote, the flimsy handle snaps and breaks and pinches my hand pretty hard. But I blocked out the pain so I could complete my mission and get this woman's books to the bottom. So FINALLY we made it down, and we parted ways, and I realized that a couple fingers were bleeding from where the handle snapped. This is my life.
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Good words.
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