Thirty minutes on the freeway with zero good music is enough to make anyone have a bad day. Even Mr. Rogers, probably.

Twenty seconds with your new roommates and everything is good again.

Plus, on the way home I saw a motorcycle with a stuffed moose on the back, wearing a helmet. He must have been glued down. And it’s nice when people are thinking about you! Random text messages make my day.

Do you see how I used three different points of view? I’m sure that was confusing for you and them.


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