06 nov 04
On my way into the Nashville area yesterday, I stopped by the student recreation center at Vanderbilt. Why? Brandon was there last weekend for a fencing tournament and left one of his weapons behind, and I was on a mission to retrieve it. He told me when I went in the front door there would be some turnstiles, to go through them, and then I would be at the front desk where they were presumably holding his foil. So, I walked in. Attempted to go through turnstiles. No dice. OW! OW OW OW!!! Turns out when they are not holding some kind of event, you need a student ID to get through, which of course I did not have. I explained to the girl at the desk why I was there, and she let me through. She and the guy who was also working there, however, had no idea what I was talking about and said it was not at the desk. The guy, who we will subsequently refer to as TALL GUY thought maybe it was in the fencing closet. He pointed it out to me, said it was unlocked, and sent me on my merry way.
I passed by a lot of SWEATY MEN playing basketball and made it into the fencing closet where there was much fencing equipment, unfortunately none of which was Brandon’s. About this time, I was wondering how wise TALL GUY’s decision was to let me rummage around in the Vanderbilt fencing closet by myself. TALL GUY must have also realized the same thing around the same time, because he came looking for me. We subsequently checked out the LARGE LOST AND FOUND ITEMS closet, where there were some basketballs and a lot of baseball bats but NO FOIL. TALL GUY then asked me if Brandon had spoken to anyone at the center about his foil. I said, yes, they told him it would be at the front desk. I also mentioned Brandon is my boss, hoping to instill a sense of urgency that I may be FIRED if we did not locate his lost weapon. We went back to the front desk.
What does TALL GUY find at the front desk, back in a corner? Yes, you guessed it, the FOIL. Not only was it there the WHOLE TIME, it had a NOTE taped to it that said, “FOR BRANDON ROCHELLE.”
Good grief. That’s twenty minutes of my life I’ll never have back.
Brandon / 07 nov 2004 / 12:55 a.m.
Maybe a fencing lesson.
It just goes to show you… never trust tall guys.
lindsey / 07 nov 2004 / 2:50 p.m.
I’d third that except for the fact that I like tall guys. They can reach for things which comes in handy.
Jason / 06 nov 2004 / 1:15 p.m.
The thing I hate the most about Universities are the student workers. They’re always a hateful, ignorant lot whose only goal is to serve their 5 hours a week while doing their homework or trying to “hook up” over the phone with some person that they have a class with whom they don’t know very well. LOL@Tall Guy. Why are tall people so weird?