Friday, August 29, 2003
Apparently since I have been back at school there has been some kind of black cloud following me. It freaks me out just a little, because you know the whole superstition of bad things in threes? Well I've already had two big ones. Someone, somewhere does not want me to have an easy time going out, and is trying to get at me through the Quinnipiac shuttle system.
On Sunday night a couple of my friends and I decided to go down to New Haven, to try to go to Humphreys. My friends Dennis and Angela had been there before, but didn't remember exactly how to get there. The rest of us had never been there. We get on the shuttle to this new driver with the thickest Brooklyn accent ever, who possessed an IQ equivalent to a brick. He tells us in this stupid voice, "I don't know where it is" and proceeds to get off the wrong exit and leave us in the middle of the ghetto. After he sped off leaving a cloud of dust, we looked at each other and realized we were in serious trouble. We walked around for a little while trying to get our bearings, and realized we had no clue where we were. After a car full of misbehaving, New Haven teens pulled over to the side of the road and followed us for about 5 minutes slinging catcalls and whistles, we decided to give up our venture and called a cab. The cab arrived and drove us back to the shuttle stop by Temple and Chapel and we waited for the next shuttle back to campus.
On Thursday night, Quinnipiac decided to surprise us by not providing the big bus and only running little shuttles into town making everyone wait at least two hours to get into town. After standing out there wrestling with crowds, my two friends and I finally secured a place on the shuttle around 9:40. We're thinking that we're finally on our way to our night out, when the shuttle all of a sudden veers out of control and the tire blows out in the middle of the parkway forcing us to stop in the middle of the median with clouds of smoke surrounding the shuttle. The entire shuttle is going crazy with people screaming. The driver then informs us that there is no spare. We sat there for about an hour while people tried to call friends to pick them up and others tried to get cabs. All attempts for a rescue seemed fruitless because most friends were out already and the cabs refused to come without an exact destination.
Finally another Quinnipiac shuttle came and pulled up behind us. Everyone piled on and we finally got into town. Thank god I ended up having a good time that night, but I'm definitely a little nervous to see what else might be in store for me. If this bad luck keeps up I might be putting my life on the line just to get out to the bar.
On Sunday night a couple of my friends and I decided to go down to New Haven, to try to go to Humphreys. My friends Dennis and Angela had been there before, but didn't remember exactly how to get there. The rest of us had never been there. We get on the shuttle to this new driver with the thickest Brooklyn accent ever, who possessed an IQ equivalent to a brick. He tells us in this stupid voice, "I don't know where it is" and proceeds to get off the wrong exit and leave us in the middle of the ghetto. After he sped off leaving a cloud of dust, we looked at each other and realized we were in serious trouble. We walked around for a little while trying to get our bearings, and realized we had no clue where we were. After a car full of misbehaving, New Haven teens pulled over to the side of the road and followed us for about 5 minutes slinging catcalls and whistles, we decided to give up our venture and called a cab. The cab arrived and drove us back to the shuttle stop by Temple and Chapel and we waited for the next shuttle back to campus.
On Thursday night, Quinnipiac decided to surprise us by not providing the big bus and only running little shuttles into town making everyone wait at least two hours to get into town. After standing out there wrestling with crowds, my two friends and I finally secured a place on the shuttle around 9:40. We're thinking that we're finally on our way to our night out, when the shuttle all of a sudden veers out of control and the tire blows out in the middle of the parkway forcing us to stop in the middle of the median with clouds of smoke surrounding the shuttle. The entire shuttle is going crazy with people screaming. The driver then informs us that there is no spare. We sat there for about an hour while people tried to call friends to pick them up and others tried to get cabs. All attempts for a rescue seemed fruitless because most friends were out already and the cabs refused to come without an exact destination.
Finally another Quinnipiac shuttle came and pulled up behind us. Everyone piled on and we finally got into town. Thank god I ended up having a good time that night, but I'm definitely a little nervous to see what else might be in store for me. If this bad luck keeps up I might be putting my life on the line just to get out to the bar.
Testing to see if this actually works this time....
