So. Once upon a time I was 18 going on 19. And at the town my aunt lived in there was this town fair. There were rides and concerts and food. All of this was around the square! It was huge and fun.
The Barlow girls were doing an acoustic (sort of) concert for the townsfolk.
So naturally I sort of followed them to see where they would go. Then I got yelled at by the people escorting them. So I got into line to meet them. Except people were being weird. Instead of the line getting longer. It got wider. So I started out being like 10 minutes away to being like 2 hours away. And there was definitely still things I wanted to do!
So I went back to the corner where I had last seen them and waited. I called my dad so as to look nonchalant. Here is our conversation:
"Hi dad. I am only calling so that I look nonchalant while I am waiting for the Barlow girls to come back out so that I can say hi."
"Oh! Here they are gotta go!"
Then I walk over towards them and say "Hi!" And the workers again yell at me. And me being in my overalls, looked much younger than what I really was, said, "I just wanted to say hi! And thank them for playing for us."
The worker said something about no autographs. I said that was fine. THEN GUESS WHAT! The Barlow girls met me in the middle and gave me hugs thanking me for watching. I think they were laughing at me. But hey!
So then they went on their merry way and I did little skip cause I was excited my plot worked. And one lady who had watched the whole things smiled at me cracking up, "Do you feel proud of yourself?" And my reply, "Yep! I do!"
So that. Dear readers is how I stalk- er... ran into the Barlow Girls in a premeditated sort of manner.
Also. My biology professor sounds like kermit the frog. No joke.
I would love to hear the stories you are proud of... and of the strange things your professors sound like. (I have even had a professor who sounded like the Sheriff of Nottingham from Disney's Robin Hood!)