I live a little ways away from my parents, roughly five hours' worth of driving. Going to university means I need to study (because that's what I'm doing Friday night), and I don't really get loads of free time. But since I took my car with me to college, not only do I have transport around an area that really lacks in public transit, but I also have a reliable way home.
However: my car is a 1996 Toyota Camry. My dad's car is a shiny, shiny Mercedes SLK. If I am getting a chance to drive that baby, well. So I went home this weekend, hitching a ride with my dad---or rather, he hitched with me.
Getting back to college turned out to be a Wagnerian level production on Saturday. I checked Zimride, Craigslist, Facebook, and 70% of the people I contacted for a ride back just did not respond. I ended up begging one of my dance coaches to tuck me into a corner of his car, and he kindly agreed just as I was poised to spend 25,000 miles on a plane ticket.
Lesson?
If your plans don't work out, it's because our generation is incapable of common courtesy and doesn't respond to messages. Pick up your phones. Christ.
However: my car is a 1996 Toyota Camry. My dad's car is a shiny, shiny Mercedes SLK. If I am getting a chance to drive that baby, well. So I went home this weekend, hitching a ride with my dad---or rather, he hitched with me.
Getting back to college turned out to be a Wagnerian level production on Saturday. I checked Zimride, Craigslist, Facebook, and 70% of the people I contacted for a ride back just did not respond. I ended up begging one of my dance coaches to tuck me into a corner of his car, and he kindly agreed just as I was poised to spend 25,000 miles on a plane ticket.
Lesson?
If your plans don't work out, it's because our generation is incapable of common courtesy and doesn't respond to messages. Pick up your phones. Christ.
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