I feel like an idiot. Today the busses back to school from lunch left me while I was in the restroom. I got there in time to chase after the last one, but it left anyway. As I was walking back to Northridge to use the phone and tell the school I'd be late, Anderson walked out of the door. The following ensued:
Jello: Well You're late
Me: (red) I missed the bus.
Jello: (laugh) You need a ride?
Me: (Very Red and embarrassed) Please.
So I got a ride from Jello back to school. Thankfully he'd been running late and just stopped at Northridge quickley to pick up some pizza and then zoom to seminary, our next class. He sits right next to me in fact. I held his pizza while he drove. We had an interesting talk about hiking and camp, and Coach Alphin's driving. Jello accidently ran over a curb while pulling out and so I consoled him with stories about Alphin's driving. It was fun.
NTS: Be still my soul isn't just a hymn, it's a pickup line.
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