A Corbin-esque Day
A strange day indeed. I walked out of meeting with a guy for lunch today having parked in the same spot where I have parked for the past year (outside a fraternity house, its really not even a spot, but no one seems to mind) and my car was gone. Towed. I knew it. I wasn't really mad, I figured it was going to happen sooner or later. So I called the place and they told me where my car was. Turns out, the place was only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. On my way to the wrecker yard, I saw the tow-truck with my car on the back, along with another car, and a police car with his lights on. Strange.As I got closer I began to see that there was a wreck. I asked the police officer what had happened, and he said that the wrecker had backed my car into someone elses car. I had some paints damage and a light that was knocked out of alignment by a little bit, but nothing too noticeable. But here's the kicker. The wrecker let my car down, and didn't make me pay for the tow. And if that's not enough, he told me to go get an estimate for my car and then he would cut me a check for the damamge.
As strange as all of that happenings were, its really the best case scenario that could have happened. No $60 for the tow, a check for something that I might get fixed on my car. Life is good, right?
Momentarily yes. I then proceeded to go over to Sarah's house to re-hang a mirror for her and her roomates. None of them were home and so I used the key under the mat to get in. I entered and re-hung the mirror in a matter of minutes, then i realized that i needed to use the bathroom(#2). So i entered the bathroom leaving the door open and assumed game position. Well as soon as I touched the cool seat, i heard the front door to their apartment open. Not Sarah, no that would have been more manageable. It was one of her roomates, and I was in the bathroom with my pants down. I froze. I stood back up (luckily I hadn't began) and walked out in the den with my pants being held together by my hands, boxers still down under my shorts in an awkward position. My words were a jumble when I walked out, I made a fool of myself in front of Melise, and then went in and actually did the job. That may not make much sense, but it was horrendously awkward. I would have traded places with anyone at that moment.
Surprising, no. Awkward, yes.
posted by corbs @ 7:14 PM
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"Never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never
drop the deuce without closing the door"---RC Sproul
Candy land was my favorite child hood game.
Dear Matt -- I like how your posts are involving differenat arithmetical themes, like this one's about "number 2" and the previous ones on engagement have been about "the one." I wonder cause it would be funny if there were a blog about "three something." Three blind mosse, three french hens? Maybe you could do the last one but then you'd have to wait until Christmas before you could post it, and all of us would miss out on your life...on the other hand, if you posted in during Christmas it would be like 4 months between posts, and then you could the next one about that, and then the next one after that would be about your wedding (5 golden rings!!!!), and that's six months between posts...it's all part of a giant system man, like breakfast lunch & dinner!
Hi there corbs, I was searching for rc car and came across you post. While A Corbin-esque Day is not an exact match for what I was looking for, it was worth the read and the information is appreciated. I will continue to search for more information on rc car but I thank you for the effort and hope that you keep up the good work.
corbs, I want to thank you for this post. I was nearing the end of my rope in my search for rc car, and even though A Corbin-esque Day didn't exactly meet my needs, it was such a worthwhile read that it gave me some more energy to continue. Thanks again. I can only hope to find more gems in my search for rc car.
Best regards from NY! » » »
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