My friends nearly gave me a heart attack tonight.
I had an exam tonight and asked a couple friends from class who have a car to give me a ride to and from it, since I’d rather not walk for a half hour, in the dark, in the COLD, both ways. (I don’t know who’s idea it was to schedule an exam at 7 at night, but that’s a rant and not relevant to the story). The school’s shuttles don’t really serve my needs (insert another rant here about the shuttle which runs every 55 minutes), and the buses which come close to my apartment don’t run often this time of night. I’d rather not arrive early and have to wait.
So I’m here, waiting, and I get a call. It’s them, and it sounds like the front desk calling. So I go downstairs–for once not having to wait for the elevator–to meet them.
They’re not in the lobby.
They’re not in front of the door.
They don’t appear to be parked anywhere nearby (Their car is a two-door, so even at night it’s fairly easy to identify).
Uh oh.
Walk around for a couple minutes, go back in, go back out, call and get no answer, come back in again and ask the woman at the desk if she’s seen them. She hasn’t. Which seems odd to me considering that the call I got obviously wasn’t from them, but from the secretary. Suddenly it dawns on me.
They’re at the wrong building.
See, there’s two apartment buildings on my street, about a block and a half apart, and they look very similar. At night, even more so. Mine’s the second. They were stopped at the first.
Cue lots and loads of swearing. It’s ten minutes before the exam starts, there is absolutely NO WAY I can get there on time unless they show up. I decide my best course of action is to run to the other apartment building.
Fortunately, they chose this moment to arrive.
I got to my exam on time, and I think I passed, though I’m not sure how well I did exactly. Likely not in A territory, possibly a B something. But that was scary.