What's my age again?

Maintenance Man sucks.

He made people get up this morning to move their cars so he could plow the friggin' lot. On a Saturday. Who does that?!

Sure it was going on 11 but that's just details.

It's crap I tell you. CRAP! The actual driving area had been plowed but he wants the stalls cleared. Which sure some might say is nice but hi. This is a college apartment building. We don't really care much about shit like that! I can understand wanting the driving spots clear but the stalls?! It hasn't even snowed that much! Plus most of the lot is empty so just do the ones that are clear.

I find the whole process impractical because during the week there is no way in hell all the cars can be moved to the back lot or to the sides. There are too many cars! And it isn't like there is a plethora of parking else where in this town.

Anyway.

I've been covering some basketball games for the DU and I've reached a strange point in my life. A point where I don't look at the boys in the stand but rather the coaches and think "hmm. He's kinda cute." The JV/assistant coach at one the schools looked to be about 25 and that's what made me think about it. A strange day indeed. It makes me feel old hanging about high schoolers. But really, I'm not old! It's just weird looking at the roster, seeing a freshmen and thinking how she's 7 years younger then me. I think that's right...freshmen year a person is 14-15...yeah cuz sophomore year you get to drive! Anyway. It's weird! At least I think it is since I find myself in that wishy-washy grey area. A grey area where some of the coaches might think this chick looks like one of my students not someone who's a reporter. For me all those high school feelings come back. Like seeing a teacher makes me slightly nervous if I'm playing with my phone. Wondering if the ticket people will really buy I'm not a student or am I gonna have to whip out the press pass. Some people at the grocery store had a hard time believing I was old enough to scan alcohol. That always annoyed me.
It'd be:
person-"oh you better call someone over"
me-"why?"
p- "cuz I got beer"
m- "uh, I can scan"
p- "really?!"
m-"I can even buy it."
p-"no!"
m-"shut the hell up and give me your damn card already"

Ok that last part might be a lie. I don't really take offense to someone saying I look young. I just get a little peeved when they don't believe me. I think I know my age bucko.

...well that turned into something else.

I'm outtie.