This Morning

How do we decide the first day of Spring? I read it will be March 21st, but this morning someone told me that today is the first day of Spring. I asked why and they said cause we'll break 60 degrees today. I don't know if reaching a certain temperature is the best way of defining Spring...cause that will make it so that some places never have Spring, and others get Spring early etc.

So, I'm gonna hold back till March 21st to say "Happy Spring!" If anyone says "Happy Spring!" I think you should excitedly tell them "almost!"

Moving on....

This morning as I drove to class I had some amazing luck...or so I thought.

I pull up to the parking lot and a guy starts walking to his car. He was on the very first row and only a few cars down....this sorta luck never happens--especially when I'm late.

So I pull up behind the guy walking to his car. I roll down my window and ask him "are you parked on this row?" (I wanted to make sure he was parked on that row and that he was leaving before I invested my valuable parking time on him).

He looked at me and said "yeah bro."

This guy was wearing sunglasses at 7 in the morning....when it was not sunny. He had side burn chops going down to his jaw. He had the sorta sliding walk only had by cool people....people so cool that they have to walk slow so that the coolness they exude doesn't override everyone around them...they gotta walk so slow so that the world can slowly appreciate and absorb all the waves of awesomeness they radiate every second of their lives.

(if you haven't seen this walk you're missing out. This guy was walking about 1 mph, he had his back straight, one hand in his pocket, and he leaned into each step, and he had his chin up--like he had to look up all the time. Very funny to watch.)

Anyway, this was perhaps the coolest guy in all of Provo (not that that is much of an accomplishment to be fair). As he's doing the cool walk to his car I wait patiently (remember how slow the cool walk forces you to travel).

I begin to wonder "what sort of a car would a guy who pays so much to his appearance drive? What sort of car would be worthy of how highly this man obviously esteems himself?"

So I watch him walk down the aisle. The first car was a nice Acura. I thought that might be his. Nope, he kept on walking. Next car was a pink bug. I knew that couldn't be his...he kept moving.

Next car was a Prius. This car was far too practical and thoughtful for someone like him...I knew it couldn't be his...and yes, he kept on walking.

Next care was a beat up Camry. I didn't think this could be the car of the coolest guy in Provo...but it was. He veered toward the car and tried to get in....key word being "try."

He pulled on the door but he could't get in. At this point his aura of coolness started to dim. He looked back at me waiting patiently for his spot and then focused on his door again, he tried once more, and nothing. He looked back once more and I could see the cracks in his aura of coolness widen....he tried once more----still nothing. He turned around and I gave him a thumbs up that said "you can do it sport!"

He tried once more and was still denied. I'm beginning to get impatient because I'm already late, and I had to wait for the cool guy walk, and now I had to witness the humiliation of the cool guy who couldn't open his door.

Eventually he jumped through the passenger window and slid over to the driver seat. He drove off, probably to greener pastures....to places where car doors open like the windows of heaven. I wish him well.

Well, that's today's parking story. I better pay attention to this lecture now. Hope you all have oodles of fun today.