My Evidence class ends at 9:45pm. I go to campus around 1:30pm and end up having to park all the way on the tippie top of the parking deck. Seven stories. No elevators. All classes but mine end by 8:45pm so around 10pm I am the sole person climbing a winding staircase of 7 stories all by myself in the heart of downtown wondering who is at the next corner. My mom always tells me to call security for escort but I always feel like such a wimp. But today as I got ready to make the lone trek I thought: why? I'm not exactly a body builder or tai kwane do master that can take em on. I can't even run that fast though I guess if it was a distance thing I could probably take him though it couldn't go past four miles because then I get tired...plus I have a laptop bag and that can weigh me down.. But I digress. So I faced facts tonight as I stepped out of the law building today and looked at the deserted streets and the dim yellow lights of the distant parking garage that I should not presume I am invincible.
So what do I do? I call Campus police who say they will pick me up. They come fairly quickly and at first all seems well until we get to a red light and a guy with absolutely no teeth (okay maybe a few) and a plastic bag over his shoulder flags the car.
Security dude: *rolls window a crack* What?
Clearly homeless dude: I need a ride to the.. train station.. yeah... train station..
Security dude: I'm sorry, we only assist students
Clearly homeless dude: Uh... I is a student * earnestly flashes a big toothless grin*
Security dude: Oh, well, come on in.
Clearly homeless dude climbs into the car and I can't help but think a) I'm glad I am sitting in the front seat and b) As the three of us wind up the parking deck to my lonely car sitting by itself at the tippy top... I am not fully certain this option was much safer?
Disclaimer: If you are reading this and are perchance homeless (In the offchance my blog is a roaring success with the homeless community) I do apologize sincerely for offending you if you are indeed offended. But if you have lived on the streets surely you know not everyone is quite as thoughtful as yourself and that occassionaly there are a few... crazy folk, particularly in the ATL.. so when I fear this, please know I didn't mean you.