Well, today was a really aggrivating day.
My history professor said that he would be going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art today and that any of us (meaning the class) was welcome to join him for some extra credit (since NYC is about 2 hours from me). My friend (who is also in his class) and I decide that we're going to go, but we need someone to drive us. That someone is my father. So my friend Jen and I head to the museum with him and we get there right on time, then wait almost an hour for my professor to show up. When he finally shows up he decides to wait another 15 minutes for someone else in the class to show up. They don't show up. We go inside and finally get situated and he started blathering on and on and on about EVERY SINGLE EXIBIT. Now, I normally wouldn't mind this and I would patiently sit there and listen as this is an extra credit opportunity and everything, but parking for more than 3 hours is almost 40 dollars in the Metro parking garage. We were in the first room for 45 minutes. Now we've been here for an hour and 45 minutes and we've seen one room. Then we finally get going along, and I check my phone real quick. My father, who of course stayed and went to the museum as well, practically yells at me for checking my phone while the teacher is blathering. I put my phone away and continue to walk on. Eventually the class dispurses after he shows us everything he wants to, and my little group decides we want to check out the paintings before we go, as I'm a huge art fan (my mother was an art major in college, and she taught me all about all the painters and stuff like that) and I'm finally starting to have a good time and enjoy myself.
When we leave the museum after paying the 35 dollar parking fee, we head out into the traffiky new york streets. We get about a half hour into the ride out before I realize my phone is not in my hoodie pocket where it should be. I search under my seat and around me and I even rub the outsides of my boots because for some reason, I'm thinking I shoved the phone in there, though I don't feel it. Now I will be the first to admit I have HORRIBLE phone luck. I've gone through several phones in the past few years, mostly because I'm an airhead. For instance, I lost a phone when I flew out to Oregon to visit family because I was climing all over a bunch of sand dunes with it in my hoodie pocket and it fell out. Ive had them stolen, lost, and broken. It's insane. Well, my father starts yelling at me in front of my friend about how I'm so immature and irresponsible, that I'm never getting another phone on his plan again as long as I'm on it, and blah blah blah. Well, I'm starting to feel like crap at this point, and I feel bad for my friend that she has to witness the awkward family tension.
We decide to stop off somewhere to get food and stretch our legs and when I step out of the car it feels like something plopped to the bottom of my fake ugg boot. I look down and low and behold. My cell phone is down there. I was so pissed and relieved at the same time. I CHECKED my boots! I had thought I imagined sticking it in my boot, for some odd, strange reason, but I didn;t remember actually doing it.
I still have no clue as to how the phone got there, why it was there, or how I could possibly not feel it when I felt around the outside of my boot as I have a pretty large phone (a Motorola Backflip). Exaple of devil phone is right below this.
All in all, today was a frustratingly annoying day.
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