Now, if you'd asked me around five o'clock if I thought it would turn out to be a good day, I would have said HELL NO. Emi and I went to Cleveland this weekend to visit a friend of hers, which was all well and good except for the five hour drive, so we woke up at nine (approximately an hour earlier than the time I actually become coherent) and hopped in the car for the rest of the day. And even though the company was great, spending that much time in a car is not fun.
I also had a Civilization paper due tomorrow. Well, today I guess. (Don't give me that look, I already finished it. No, I'm not procrastinating by writing this.) Ewwwww.
Anyway, Emily and I had a lot of crap to move out of her car and into the dorm, so we parked illegally while we unloaded, and then went back out to move her car so she didn't get a ticket. :) Oh, and Anne came out with us. As we walked out to the curb, one of the landscapers working on the front lawn asked us if we were leaving and going to be back anytime soon.
It turns out there's some really important person coming to campus Tuesday (don't ask me who, no one tells me anything) and they were on a deadline and didn't have time to go grab Gatorade, and could we maybe run and get some for him and his workers? He paid us five dollars (woo...?) and we had nothing better to do, so he wrote down what they wanted and handed me some money.
Correction. He handed me a one-hundred-dollar bill.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to pee myself. See, I'm a broke college kid... and I've never held a one-hundred-dollar bill. Benjamin Franklin's face had never looked so beautiful. No, it wasn't really my money, and yes, we had to give him the change back. But for the twenty minutes it took for us to get to Walmart and grab some Gatorade, that $100 was in MY wallet. :D
Emily and Anne were making fun of me because I took a picture with it. But hey, these opportunities don't come around often. And besides, I happen to LIKE money.
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