Manic Monday

   Our cadaver dissection was taking much longer than anticipated, but we couldn't leave until the vertebral artery was exposed. Finally, 2 hours behind schedule, we wrapped things up and I headed off to the scrub machine. When I got there, however, the machine was full. No big deal, I'll just go up to the eleventh floor and use the other scrub machine. "Closed," wouldn't you know it. No clean scrubs tonight.
   So I grabbed my books and headed for the shuttle. I joined the other students at the bus stop, and after half an hour of small talk, I began to get suspicious. It should have been here... Just then, a university police officer pulled up on his segway (awesome, I know) and informed us that we had already missed the last bus. So I embarked on the long and arduous journey by foot. Oh yeah, and it was 102 degrees outside. A little while later, I'm cutting across the now empty parking when I notice something rather unfortunate. The back tire of my car had blown out in the heat. I rummaged through the trunk and set to work putting on the spare. Did I mention it was 102 degrees, and I was in the middle of an unshaded, black asphalt parking lot for almost an hour? (The jack was stuck) By the time I made it to the tire store, I was a hearty blend of motor oil, sweat, & formaldehyde. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to shovel out $250... Not all stories have happy endings. [Unless maybe you're the tire mechanic]