Dress how you drive

As I'm zombie-standing at the copy machine a minute ago, 3/4 of the way to mental Neverland, I catch a glimpse of my attire...Grey khakis, olive/green/brown polo, earth shoes, brown leather belt, black fleece vest...what if I were a car?...holy crap I'm a '70s Land Rover...not even a restored one. I may sit under a car port at night, but I live on the savanna. I have detachable doors and a soft roof. Recently in a fender-bender. Here's me in automotive form:



And in reality:I realize it's a rough comparison. Go with it. I really thought I was on to something earlier.

Miracle Monday

It was a miracle and I just saw it.

A while ago I was a primary witness to a first degree crappy parker.

Just a second ago, as I was walking across campus, another poor parker pulled up to THE SAME PARKING SPOT. I slowed my pace nearly to a stop to count 12 ATTEMPTS, including one stall out and restart. I salute you, 1994esque Ford Ranger, for putting up with this yahoo driver of yours.