We may never see those hoards of students again, but come rain or come shine, we, the counselors from universities all across the states, will probably join together for a 13 or more day string of the same fairs. Sometimes, we see one another twice in the same day--or more depending on if we end up in the same Starbucks.
We bond.
Thank goodness for that.
Remember the time Abilene had to rescue my promo (and me) from the rain/parking lot incident?
It was a thing.
Today, yet again, I required rescuing.
My keys and I...had a falling out.
Or, rather, a falling in.
Falling into my trunk.
Without having had unlocked the car.
And a dead phone.
I'm not sure if they had slipped from the hood into the trunk or if I had set them there on the back ledge, but there they were, just out of reach. I could even touch their plastic tag.
Dallas Christian and Cal Baptist were on it, managing to fanagle their way down into the top opening with the ear of sunglasses to hit the trunk button on the downward-flipped keys.
Miracles. They're a thing.
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