The time I hit Beck's tour bus.

While watching the idiot box, I was reminded of the day I hit Beck's tour bus. I was driving a golf cart across the UCSD campus. Beck was playing that night at the school, and when I turned the corner to park the cart, his tour bus was blocking the path. I rationalized that the cart was small, and narrow enough to get through. It was one of those moments I knew would be bad before it even started. I drove around the bus, and almost made it, until the very end when I nicked the bumper with the corner of my cart. The driver came running out and started yelling. He pointed out a bump with a different colored paint to the carts. That wasn't my bump. I owned up to bumping him, but was sure that grey paint didn't match my white golf cart. He explained it would be a $1200 repair, and sent me upstairs to tell my boss. The boss who hated me. The boss who hated everyone.

In didn't end up telling her. Instead, I went back down, and sweet talked my way out of it. I played dumb and totally broke. The troglodyte caved in, and we parted ways exchanging a quick, "See you at the show."

Yeah... I'm charming like that.