So, it started out as an average day in Madison, W.I.: cows, cheese, snow, nothing out of the ordinary. The chain of events started when my phone broke. This wasn't like the last time where it "broke" and I was freaking out and telling everyone, and then I charged it. My phone legitimately would not turn on and it was fully charged. I decided to take a trip to the Apple store.
I was on a time crunch, so I immediately called a cab. I had an hour and a half before a meeting with the Journalism advisor. The cab company said they would take 15 minutes to get to the AX house (the O got stolen. I have a theory it was Myles because he's the only guy in Madison who could reach the top of the house). The cab took 25 minutes. I was freaking.
The driver strikes up a conversation with me about the weather and somehow brings up that he used to drive in NYC and once drove George Clooney to a hotel. So naturally, I ask if he has George's autograph on him and if he would give it to me. Surprisingly, he didn't. But he DID have a novel George was reading and left in the cab, with his markings in it. It also just so happened that he brought it to the union cab office center place to show one of his coworkers that day because a conversation about GC had come up the day before. Ridiculous, I know.
The cab driver and I got to talking for a while. He kept laughing with me (it was actually at me but I'll pretend like it was with me) and said I was a pretty charming girl. So, I obviously took this opportunity to ask if he can be my driver on the way home and pick me up at exactly 4:30. I also asked if he could go to the union cab office center place and get the novel. He said if he has no one else to drive, he would.
I now had 40 minutes to fix my phone and get to the Journalism office. I run into the mall and fall on my face in the crowded food court, where maybe 150 people start clapping. The woman behind the Chocolate Shoppe stand/booth/whatever you call the "restaurants" in the food court said she would give me free ice cream because I was so embarrassed. Sweet girl. Anyway, I take my ice cream and happily make my way to the Apple store. As I walk in, I swing my arm into an iTouch stand and the iTouch falls out of the case onto the floor and breaks.
An employee approaches me and gives me the option to pay for it or to pay for the cost of fixing it, so I start to cry. He felt bad so he said he would fix my phone for free if it was not a big problem. Well, my friends, he held the power button and lock button at the same time which is the "force turn on" button, and my phone turned on. I was now crying of happiness and decided to celebrate and got another ice cream. I had 20 minutes to get home so I run outside and the cab wasn't there. I called union cab and they said Stan (the cab driver) was on his way.
10 minutes later, Stan arrives and I'm flustered. Stan asks me what's wrong and I start venting about the fact that I had to pay for an iTouch that I didn't want to buy and and that I had to make it to a Journalism meeting in 10 minutes and I couldn't be late. Stan said, "I have something to cheer you up," and whips out the novel. Can you guys believe George Clooney was reading "Up in the Air?" I would think that he knew the plot line.
I was distracted from my anxiety with this golden treasure. What happens then? The cab putters and Stan pulls to the side. Stan turns around and looks apologetic. "What's wrong, Stan?" I ask. "The car battery died," he informs me. Well let me tell you, I was not happy with Stan. I start crying again and he felt so bad that he did not make me pay, called another cab, and GAVE ME THE NOVEL TO KEEP. Yes, friends. I own George's novel with his little markings in the margins.
The cab shows up relatively quickly since we were not that far, but I was 15 minutes late. I run into the building and see that the Journalism office is closed and locked. BUGGER. So I go home, turn on the computer, and check my email. I see that I have a notification from Schwoch (the Journalism advisor). "Can't make it to the meeting, Alex. Something came up. I'm sorry but I have to postpone."
And then pigs flew.
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