Pulling into Mason, ready to get your day started.
Everything is going great, until you get to the parking lots.
Driving by each lot, unable to find ANY empty spots.
You think to yourself, how can there be so many people?
After driving around, you finally find an empty space in the distance.
You’re all like, “YASSS!”
Then someone crushes your spirits and steals your spot.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Now, you’re wishing you had a parking spot reserved just for you.
I mean, you might as well, those permits are super pricey…
You snap back to reality and start creeping on students walking to their cars.
You try to get their attention, but they usually ignore you or take their sweet time.
You’ve been driving around seamlessly and still no spot.
Looks like you’ll also have to stop by the gas station after class.
FINALLY, after what seems like forever, you’ve found a space!
Pat yourself on the back!
After celebrating, you check the time…
You’re parked at the end of lot, you have 5 minutes until your lecture, and you’re trying to get to class like…
Realizing you have to do it all over again for the rest of the semester.
Ugh. No. Why.