Glimpses of Charlottesville
February 8, 2010 by Hannah
You know you're in Sorority Girl Central when you find a bright pink car with Tinkerbell seat covers and a license plate reading "MYBAYB" outside your apartment. But it gets better...
Yes, the paint sparkles. SPARKLES. I didn't even know this was possible. I also wish I could put up the photo showing my friend's expression upon seeing this, but she'd probably hunt me down and cut me.
What's the bet that the pink car owner is also the type of person to buy aerosol pancake batter instead of, you know, arduously stirring together flour, milk, sugar, and an egg?
Giant mountain of ice in the Barracks Shopping Center parking lot, leftover from the pre-Christmas snowstorm. Charlottesville is looking at its third snowstorm since then this week - poor folks!
Please forgive me while I embrace my inner girly-girl. Seriously, people, the last time I wore a dress was my birthday - last May. I'm hoping this consitutes an acceptable follow-up.
Well, that doesn't leave many options with which to pay, does it?
Also, so that you all know that I’m still me and not just some girl prone to posting photos of herself in dressing rooms, here’s a story from my travels:
In Asheville, after going to the grocery store, I looked at my receipt and read the part where it gives the name of the person who served you.
Me in my head: Uscan? That’s an interesting name. I wonder what the origin is? And would it be pronounced “Oohs-can” or “Uhs-can”? Intriguing.
The next day, I bought more food (I like food). Again, I looked at my receipt.
Me in my head: Served by Uscan again! Fancy that! Uscan must be the store manager, though, as each time I’ve gone to that place I’ve used the self-check out.
Me in my head: Oh. Wait. Uscan. U-scan. You-scan.
Yep. I’m awesome.