Oct 07 2003
One for the file…
kay, I have zero time for this but I’m still dying of laughter… The crazies they seek me out.
(By the way, can I just say I could have murdered Alina when she refused to take my homework? Yeah, I so would have taken 2.5 precious hours out of my paper-writing time to answer stupid questions about the reading if I’d known nothing was due til Thursday.)
Okay, so I went to Russian class, went to Russian tea, then ran over to the Anglomania of the Tsars lecture, even though I had to sit by Gospodin Makin and he kept trying to pipe up and correct other people about Russia. Total brownie point score though.
Then, I’m leaving the Int’l Institute, waiting at the M bus stop on South U, not the M of A but the other one, standing with about 5 other girls, and some older people were seated. This souped-up mid-90s black Cadillac slowed to idle speed as it passed us. Blues music was blaring out of it, and a 60-year-old black guy in a cowboy hat was nodding along with it and grinning at us. I think he was even trying to get the car to rock like in a rap video.
He drove past and we all just burst out laughing. Then one of the older women came out from the shelter and said conspiratorially, “I think he was trying to pick one of you up!” Which was even funnier.