How was your trip pt. 2

Aight...last blog reminded me of a funny that happened to me. It's only right to share seeing as though I bout fucking lost my damn life laughing at Becky.

Okay, so when I was a freshman in college, I had a part time gig at the bookstore. So one day they tell me I have to be to work at 8 am. I am NOT a morning person and it didn't help that I was up till like 3 the night before. Anyway, I'm walking to the bookstore at 7:30ish...straight dragging my feet a la night of the living dead, NO ONE is on the street but me this early on a Saturday on a college campus. The bookstore has two entrances. I go up 4 little steps to get to the sliding door to go into work...I'm standing there...nothing's happening. The bastards haven't unlocked this side yet.

"Dammit man!" I curse and proceed to walk back down the steps except for my feet wasn't having that. I guess in the short time it took me to figure out that the doors weren't going to open, my legs decided to take a nap. I go to walk down and next thing I know...a bitch is sailing through air, face looking down at the sidewalk.

"Ooof!" -Me as I land (with a thud) to the ground.

I feel dazed as a bitch but I get up quick, and do the patented "look around/hair smooth" that it seems everyone does when they fall. And that's when I see it...

A homeless man...pointing...laughing...cause I fell on my damn stomach.

I am infuriated at this point, mad cause the fucking doors won't fucking open which made me have to walk down the fucking steps, that my fucking legs fucking missed, and made me fucking fall, and the fucking homeless guy saw it all!

I look at him and say,

"FUCK YOU LAUGHING AT? LEAST I GOT A HOUSE BITCH!" -Me

He stopped laughing.

I'll probably see him again.

In hell.

He'll be in heaven.

Pointing and laughing.

At me.