Cooler than Me

Monday I noticed something around campus that I hadn't noticed before...bikes! Not just any bikes...parked bikes. EVERYWHERE! I'm not sure why I haven't noticed them before, well maybe it's because I never see anyone RIDING them. Yes I know the riders might be in class, but I've never almost been run over by a bicycle in three weeks. At A&M I was constantly dodging them, it was almost like Frogger. These kids have everything backwards...carry skateboards, but don't ride them, park bikes but don't ride them. I guess they are wasting their money...wait...their parent's money to look cool, but really a skateboard/bike don't make you cool...everyone knows it's the type of sunglasses you wear! 

Speaking of sunglasses, this guy in my chem class...another guy not the cell phone guy...I've moved on. So this guy whips out some aviator sunglasses with highly polarized lenses and starts cleaning them during the middle of class. I must admit I was concerned about my cheap, teal, Target sunglasses and really wanted to rescue them from their uncleanliness, but my yearning for chem knowledge took over. After he cleans them to wear he can send out the "cool" signal, he puts them on the back of his neck, as if I wasn't distracted already, now I can see myself in the lenses. Seeing oneself upside down and distorted is enough to make one actually pay attention to the lecture. Tip of the hat to you Mr. Aviators. Monday Mr. Aviators walks in with a brand new ear piercing. He's upping the wannabe cool scale...Gotcha beat...I've got BOTH my ears pierced!! Boom!! 

I had to take my car to the "shop" this morning, and since I don't know anyone in my general vicinity that could pick me up I got to ride in the courtesy vehicle, with Jose and a Galveston County Constable. I didn't want to get on the wrong side of the law so I said it was ok to drop him off first even though he was far away. I'm glad I'm nice, because riding listening to those two men talk was quite entertaining. I learned about '94-'01 Toyota Four Runners and what a great car they were/are. Being a courtesy car driver was a great fit for Jose, he sounded Italian, but I'm pretty sure he was Hispanic, and he was just a bundle of energy and outgoingness...I know that's not a word, so get over it. He told a story to Mr. Constable about using his power washer to clean his car last night because the washer needs to get used every so often, while he was cooking some beans on low for his wife. Well he got busy with the washer (not in the nasty way...pervs) and forgot about the beans...oops! He burned the beans!! Once Mr. Constable got dropped off, it was just Jose and me in the car. He opened and closed the door for me...I kind of felt like I was on a dream date...except I was just with the married courtesy car driver, but it was like a date because he asked me a lot of personal questions...how long have you lived here? do you have a family? you wear a thong, bikinis, or granny panties? That last question was a total joke...please don't call and report Jose. I asked him if he just drove people all day and he said he does and it's good because he gets to drive nice people like me and then he shook my hand. He shook my hand about 5 times the whole trip. Glad I remembered I wasn't on a date or I might have tried to hold the hand. 

One parting note...if you want to eat Fiber One muffins...take it one muffin at a time and don't eat two or more in one sitting multiple days in row...you might be moved by the spirit at an inappropriate time...just sayin!!  

Peace out!

Pippen