ilovecoffee.

I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop close to my college’s campus. So far, this trip has been the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to me.

I decided to ride my bike rather than walk. My bike is a bit of a piece. On my way, the chain separated from the gears as it so often does. I turned into a side street next to a freshman dorm to fix it. I wanted to just continue on the side street to another street that would lead me straight to the coffee shop. Nope. The little stream which normally goes under a drainage bridge had overflown to the point where the water no longer flows under the bridge, but over it instead. About three-and-a-half feet over it. I turned around into the parking lot, only to discover that the exit to the main road has been blocked by massive amounts of construction equipment. Fail number two.

I got to the coffee shop and got off my bike. I went out front to lock it to a pole or something. The nearest pole is about two inches too thick for my u-lock, so I locked it to a “no parking” sign. I’m risking getting a ticket if a cop fails to find this as funny and ironic as I do. I ordered my iced coffee in the most awkward way possible.

I sat down and booted up my laptop and an older woman approached me. She asked me, “When did the college start?” I assumed she meant the year it was established, so I replied,
“Uh, I think 1842 or something like that.”
She didn’t mean the year it was established. She meant ‘when do classes start,’ which is TOTALLY not what her original question means.

Now I’m currently sitting here awkwardly and posting on a blog. I am the epitome of an awkward college-aged hipster. Minus the style.