I feel kind of relieved, actually. Let me explain.
So basically, today was my graduation day. I went through the whole ceremogny, got my diploma, yadda yadda yadda. What surprised us was when the school got 5 fancy ass limos and told us that we were going to this deluxe 5 star hotel to party the entire night away.
They divided us into 5 groups, from A to E. I was in group C (which had all of my friends in it, so yay). I then remembered having an intense urge to piss and ran off to the bathroom to relieve said stress.
I came back out…only to find all the limos gone.
Literally every single one of them skeddadled the fuck outta there. And I wasn’t the only one who was left behind.
It was me, a student who got accepted into Harvard, one of the rich people, and one of the popular girls.
Luckily, we weren’t in any danger of being unable to go to the event. The rich guy called up his driver (who was driving a very nice Mercedes jeep, might I add) and the four of us got in and drove to the hotel.
It was a fun ride. We put on some nice music and talked about stuff. I specifically had a nice time with the popular girl, who actually wasn’t as bitchy as I thought she was. We sat in the big trunk space of the jeep and talked about a plethora of stuff for a while, until she decided to take a nap. But all the while, I still had this nagging feeling that my friends were having the time of their lives without me. Yet another stroke of bad luck, I thought to myself. We arrives at the hotel fifteen minutes late from the others, but we arrived nonetheless.
I immediately went inside and searched for my friends…
I could smell the smoke on them from a mile away.
Apparently, once the limo got on the highway a bunch of the people in there pulled out some vaping sticks and Cuban cigars and got to work, if you know what I mean. Add in the fact that there was no ventilation system and you couldn’t open the window (why am I not surprised about the fact that the school got us shitty limos?), and I’m sure you could see the problem. And if you tried asking them to stop, they just called you a pussy and turned up the volume on the already outrageously loud music.
It got so bad to the point where someone passed out and another person had to do CPR on them or something. And even then, they still didn’t stop. They just told the driver to stop on the side of the road and opened the door for the smoke to go out. Once most of it was gone, they closed the door and got back to business.
So yeah, I guess my stroke of bad luck was actually one of good luck.