this morning, I drag myself out of my sleep-denying bed, and pull my things together. it's been 10 days, with a total of less than 27 hours of sleep. I can barely think, and I almost have a breakdown trying to figure out what to wear. I settle on the first two things in the closet. trudging along campus on my way to the library, there is a sudden heavy downpour, and my feet are squelching in pink and olive soaking leather. I get to the library and realize my bag has been open and my finicky computer is sneezing from the wet. everything I am holding is dribbling, there is no place to stow my umbrella, and I am hungry. I just need a coffee, a large one, before I can come up with a plan of action.
so, downstairs I go to pick up a coffee. "A large house, please? Thank you."
the woman behind the counter hands me my coffee and bagel and tells me that my card has been denied. "There is nothing on it. It wouldn't go through. Do you want to try some other form?"
I look at her, slackjawed. I'm sure there's money on it. There was yesterday. Are you sure?
"Yes, and there's a line behind you. How do you want to pay for this? Your card has nothing on it."
It still doesn't compute because I know there is money on it. and so I try again and she begins to become impatient.
I apologize and start digging through my huge pile of things for my wallet. more apologies. I pull out the wet wallet and start fumbling for bills to hand to her.
"Ha ha," says she. "April Fool's. Your card went through, you already paid for it."
so funny I forgot to laugh.
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