April 1st, 2009

botticelli

Domo Arigato

It was after class, and I got out a little bit earlier than Sara's class did. We were going to meet at Mr Roboto for dinner, and I decided to stop for gas.

And stupidity set in. I have a habit of locking my car doors as I get out, except generally at gas stations, I don't. It was about three seconds before I realized what I had done. I had locked everything inside my car, so I had to go inside the Circle K on the corner of Ocala and Pensacola and use their phone to call my mommy.

She was very nice, and came and bailed me out, in the pouring rain. it only took about twenty minutes from start to finish of the whole saga, but it was just so frustrating. I guess it could have been a whole lot worse.

Mr Roboto's parking lot sucks. Sucks a LOT. Especially when it's super crowded, people park in fake parking spaces, it's pouring down rain, etc. It took about another twenty minutes to park, and not die.

Dinner was fabulous and so worth it. Have I mentioned I love Mr. Roboto?