Southport Squealer, Part Deux: Seat's taken

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January 18, 2006

Seat's taken

I'm minding my own business at the JMLS library, waiting for the elevator. The library has a wacky setup. It's on the sixth through the eleventh floor or so, and there's a bank of elevators that go only in the library levels. I was standing on the tenth floor and I noticed that there were several more elevators than normally in the library, and one of my professors from last semester was standing by these.

I was starting off into space, as I normally do, when one of those elevators opened. I started to get on the elevator, when this professor blocked the door and said to me, "I'm sorry, I can't let you on here." My first reaction was, you must be joking. But this is not a joking professor. He struck me as an altogether stern person, though he did crack jokes on occasion. But I also am certain he had no idea I was in his class, because he never once acknowledged me before. So I let it go, and sheepishly walked away from the elevator.

The only thing I could think of was that this was some sort of special faculty elevator, with maybe some bitchin' express buttons that went all the way to the first floor. He could have maybe explained why I wasn't allowed ON the elevator though, I think. Now I just feel like an ass!

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Posted by oz115 at January 18, 2006 01:14 PM


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Bitchin' express buttons, plus free hookers. Yet another reason to go for tenure.

Posted by: Pete at January 18, 2006 01:59 PM

My boyfriend doesn't NEED hookers! He has me and I'm better than a hooker cuz I do it cuz I LOVE it, and not cuz I'm being paid. Plus, I know what he likes, unlike a hooker that gives all the men the same treatment! Free Hookers! WHATEVER!

Posted by: Christy Your Love! at January 18, 2006 11:06 PM

Yes, but Tim's a young and quite handsome man. Have some pity on all the old, fat, hairy law professors at JMLS. They need love, too.

Posted by: Pete at January 19, 2006 12:09 PM


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