Why can't I get home?!

So, two weeks ago, I had a particularly bad day at school. Nothing, I mean *NOTHING* was going right. HB called around 6:30pm to ask when I was coming home for dinner, and I finally decide that it was time to call it quits and head home. So, I rushed around and made it outside just before the bus arrived. I congratulated myself on just catching the bus - it was the best thing that happened to me. The bus dropped me off down at the parking lot, and that's when I realized.

I didn't park in this parking lot. I parked in the lot across campus, not on this bus route.


So, I walked and walked and walked. Made it to the car and I was pretty pissed off. I got in my car and drove home to my apartment. Except...I don't live in an apartment anymore. HB and I bought a house four months ago. I drove to my old apartment that I don't live at anymore.

Seriously, how difficult is it to get home?!


Floop said...

Stretch, When Sponge and her sibling were little tykes, I had to take them to the alllergist one day. I parked in the parking lot and proceeded to get them out of their seat belts. Then they said to me, "Mom, if we are supposed to see the allergist, why are we at the dentist's office?"

Stretch said...

That's too funny! It's good to know I'm in good company!