Saturday, October 16, 2004
Post 9/11 security
setting: outside avery after eating dinner with da g-ride at the avery dining hall.
people: me, da g, andrea (we ran into her as we were leaving and decided to stop and chat), security guard
ok so were chattin it up with andrea and a security golf cart comes towards us from the west. it turns a little and it looks like its gonna ram into me so i kinda get scared and back off, but it turns jsut in front of us to go into the aver aviary (ok not really, but it doesnt matter). we continue to talk. then the golf gart creeps up behind me and stops right next to me. i begin to think i am in trouble, for what i am not sure, but i have guilt complex, so i was SURE i fucked something up. i surveyed the passengers of the golf cart. two security guars in the front seats. in the back a woman in her forties, and a teenaged male, in a red plaid shirt and a top hat. yes, top hat. the only one who speaks is the SG driving hte GC. he says, with a large smile across his face, as if hes trying not to laugh "Excuse me, do you know if theres some sort of rubix cube convention around here?"
behind me geetha begins to laugh. i calmly answer "umm, well i saw flyers for the competition, but i dont remember where it is."
"oh, really?" see like geetha, i dont think the security guard actually thought this existed, so he was surprised to see me know what he was talking about. "do oyu know where you saw that flyer?" i told him. they left.
geetha and andrea rea giggling and the sort. geetha says "wow, i feel really bad, i thought he was joking."
nope. no joke.
people: me, da g, andrea (we ran into her as we were leaving and decided to stop and chat), security guard
ok so were chattin it up with andrea and a security golf cart comes towards us from the west. it turns a little and it looks like its gonna ram into me so i kinda get scared and back off, but it turns jsut in front of us to go into the aver aviary (ok not really, but it doesnt matter). we continue to talk. then the golf gart creeps up behind me and stops right next to me. i begin to think i am in trouble, for what i am not sure, but i have guilt complex, so i was SURE i fucked something up. i surveyed the passengers of the golf cart. two security guars in the front seats. in the back a woman in her forties, and a teenaged male, in a red plaid shirt and a top hat. yes, top hat. the only one who speaks is the SG driving hte GC. he says, with a large smile across his face, as if hes trying not to laugh "Excuse me, do you know if theres some sort of rubix cube convention around here?"
behind me geetha begins to laugh. i calmly answer "umm, well i saw flyers for the competition, but i dont remember where it is."
"oh, really?" see like geetha, i dont think the security guard actually thought this existed, so he was surprised to see me know what he was talking about. "do oyu know where you saw that flyer?" i told him. they left.
geetha and andrea rea giggling and the sort. geetha says "wow, i feel really bad, i thought he was joking."
nope. no joke.
Comments:
Man, it's so hard to read all your crap, but it's stories like that that make it all worth it. (I like the word "it".)
at least the cart wasnt making the noise from that goddamn race car flash
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