one day my friend and i were attempting to find Meredith College in Raleigh, but had managed to get ourselves lost, so we decided to call the college to get directions.
since i wasn't driving, i was given the task of calling and asking directions.
precursor (although at this point it's mid-cursor?) to this story: i suck at talking on the phone and suck at directions--two great qualifications for a person to call a stranger and ask for directions.
anyway, i call, and some girl named jessie picks up:
Jessie: hi this is jessie at meredith college, how may i help you?
me: hey, my friend and i are lost. we are on a road called (whats it called?) fairfax? or maybe its something with an M? i see a cvs and a green fence.
Jessie: um.....right. let me put you through to a raleigh native.
*brief period of no noise and awkward desk background noises in which i think that jessie has accidentally forgotten to connect me to raleigh native lady*
Girl who i think is Jessie: hello?
me: its me again!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .....who? ...again??
me: the girl you just talked to!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .......
me: who is this?
Girl who i think is Jessie: Rachel.
me: oh.
Rachel: yeah.
me: ........ we are lost.
apparently meredith college has one driveway pretty much in the center of town, who knew?! except for rachel, obvs.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wrong Car
on friday enroute to regionals with pleiades, one of asian teammates came to pick me up from my dorm.
so i start to walk down the stairs of the dorm, and i see her car through the window in the staircase so i stop paying attention to her and start looking at my phone and whatnot and i continue to walk out of the staircase and down towards where her car was waiting for me.
i get to where her car was, and there is a car that looks like her car, so i tap on the trunk since i have to put my bag in the back without walking around to the front first, and the trunk opens.
as i go to put my bag in the back i realize that the only things in the back are a pair of high heels and a bundt pan, which i think are relatively odd things to bring to sectionals in place of ultimate gear. but still, this for some unbeknownst reason does not register to me as too odd.
my bag tucked nicely away in the back of this car, i walk around to the passenger side, where the window is open. i have my hand on the handle and start to say into the window "Sweet heels and bundt pan..." and as i move my face down to actually look into the car for the first time, i realize that the person driving the car is not, in fact, my teammate, but a random, old asian woman.
at this point i freak out a bit and begin to apologize profusely, to which she stares at me for about a minute and then pauses for a moment to ask "did you just put something in my trunk?" a question to which i feel the need to continue to apologize more, since i just shoved my dirty ultimate gear in this random old lady's car.
i got my stuff out of her trunk to see my teammate waving at me from a parking spot a bit further down the driveway by my dorm and i was only hoping that random high-heel-owning asian woman doesn't think i am a total idiot, or a racist.
although i still dont understand why she opened her trunk for me (maybe she confused me with her asian son???) a lot of apologizing occurred and quite a few death glares where shot my way as i headed to the car i was supposed to be in (one with out high heels, bundt pans, and where the average age in the car was less than 50) and finally was off to sectionals ...
so i start to walk down the stairs of the dorm, and i see her car through the window in the staircase so i stop paying attention to her and start looking at my phone and whatnot and i continue to walk out of the staircase and down towards where her car was waiting for me.
i get to where her car was, and there is a car that looks like her car, so i tap on the trunk since i have to put my bag in the back without walking around to the front first, and the trunk opens.
as i go to put my bag in the back i realize that the only things in the back are a pair of high heels and a bundt pan, which i think are relatively odd things to bring to sectionals in place of ultimate gear. but still, this for some unbeknownst reason does not register to me as too odd.
my bag tucked nicely away in the back of this car, i walk around to the passenger side, where the window is open. i have my hand on the handle and start to say into the window "Sweet heels and bundt pan..." and as i move my face down to actually look into the car for the first time, i realize that the person driving the car is not, in fact, my teammate, but a random, old asian woman.
at this point i freak out a bit and begin to apologize profusely, to which she stares at me for about a minute and then pauses for a moment to ask "did you just put something in my trunk?" a question to which i feel the need to continue to apologize more, since i just shoved my dirty ultimate gear in this random old lady's car.
i got my stuff out of her trunk to see my teammate waving at me from a parking spot a bit further down the driveway by my dorm and i was only hoping that random high-heel-owning asian woman doesn't think i am a total idiot, or a racist.
although i still dont understand why she opened her trunk for me (maybe she confused me with her asian son???) a lot of apologizing occurred and quite a few death glares where shot my way as i headed to the car i was supposed to be in (one with out high heels, bundt pans, and where the average age in the car was less than 50) and finally was off to sectionals ...
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