I treasure that feeling. It makes me feel like people don't suck as badly as I usually think they do.
Five hours in line at the Financial Aid office was one of those moments. We held places in line when people had to use the restroom, talked, and someone was even nice enough to give me one of her cereal bars. That gets me right here points to heart.
The person that answered the phone in that office, after four hours of busy signals, and gave me her bad attitude when I was just trying to understand what the hell she was saying, however, is a freaking whore. I repeated this fact multiple times on the way downtown.
Luckily, she wasn't the person that I ran into when I finally got up to the customer service window. I might have gotten arrested. The police came in twice while I was there, because it was hot and people were cranky, especially after the office tried to cut off the line at 7:30. Oh no, you don't.
My legs are so bloody tired....
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