#1. Who are you? Yeah right, you can’t prove that now.
#2. You automatically realize how terrible you look because
there is real threat of having to pose for another awful picture that you get
.3 seconds warning that a blinding flash is coming…then that brute of a picture
is what you’ve got to work with for
however long you’ve got till you lose your I.D. again. Tragic.
#3. You can’t get into your dorm with those fancy swipers
and end up standing around waiting for someone who hasn’t lost their I.D. to
open the door, and now you look like a creeper listening to everyone’s conversations
waiting for SOMEBODY to wrap it up and walk towards the door. Nobody likes
that.
#4. People take pity on you (maybe) and help you search. Then
when it ends up being somewhere embarrassing like your purse, your pocket…or
hallway (?) you feel really lame. To say the least.
#5. You look ridiculous examining the ground everywhere you
go. And when you run in to the adorable
guy because you were scanning the cement for that critical article (because
looking for it everywhere within five blocks of where you walked the past two
days is always so logical), you just tell him you’re sorry, you were looking
for something. See if he believes that.
#6. The whole picture reason is worth mentioning again.
Basically, I lost my I.D. today. And it was a
particularly horrible hair day. Thankfully it was found and I’m no longer in an
identity crisis.
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